Page 369 of Breaking the Rules
Then a second.
The room fills with the smell of chocolate and flour.
He pours a cup of coffee for me.
My fingers brush his as I take it. "You really make a girl wait."
"Need to improve my chances."
My lips curl into a smile. I can't help it. He's just so… Hunter.
And, fuck, this is good coffee. Smooth and clear with hints of grapefruit and almond.
I let out a heavy sigh.
His pupils dilate. "Fuck, Em. You have no idea what that sound does to me."
"So tell me."Explain this. Justify it. Convince me to forgive you.
He brushes my hair behind my ear. Rests his palm on my cheek. Rubs my temple with his thumb.
Fuck, that feels good.
I want to soak up the comfort of it.
But I can't.
Not if it's some sort of shitty consolation prize.
God, this whole thing could be some shitty consolation prize.
I don't love you. I can't be with you. But I can do breakfast. That helps, right?
My stomach twists.
My heart pounds.
My balance falters.
Waiting is impossible.
But, somehow, I manage to sip my coffee.
To stare into his gorgeous blue eyes.
To wait.
It feels like it takes a million years.
Finally, he moves closer.
"I thought about what you said." He sets his mug on the counter. Brushes my side with his free hand.
"Which part?"
"Mostly about me being an idiot."
"You are."
