Page 376 of Breaking the Rules
Fuck she looks good surrounded in crimson.
She belongs here.
In this bed.
Ourbed.
It's practically ours—she spends every weekend here, her clothes take up half my dresser and most of my closet, herSarcasm Loadingmug is sitting on my counter—but that technical difference between practically ours and actually ours—
I can't take it anymore.
I need our lives intertwined.
I need to make it official.
Hell, if I thought her brother would accept it, I'd already have a ring.
As it is…
Brendon and I are close now.
Hell, he's one of my best friends.
He knows I love Emma more than anything.
We both want the best for her.
But he still sees her as his baby sister.
I can't wait for him.
I'm going to ask her one day.
Soon even.
But first things first.
"You're getting hazy." Her dark eyes fill with curiosity. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Nervous as hell. But okay. No, better. "I'm fucking fantastic."
"You know what would be fantastic?"
I shake my head.
"If you were naked."
"Baby, you're insatiable."
"Always."
"Always?" I raise a brow.
She nods. "When am I not?"
It's a fair point. There hasn't been a single point in our relationship where we've been able to keep our hands off each other.
It was equal points lust and affection at first.
