Page 42 of Breaking the Rules
"The artist being…" He motions for me to finish the question.
"Not an impressionist. Not necessary for this test."
"Em, really?"
"Did you think I'd ask for your help if I was prepared and informed?" My brow furrows. It's not too late to call Chloe and beg for her assistance. But she lives on the other side of the Valley. And she and Dean got into that huge fight…
I can't bother her with something this trivial.
I have to accept Hunter's help.
Or fuck up this test.
And I'm not fucking up this test.
"Michelangelo," Hunter says.
"Good for him."
"It was. The ladies were knocking down his door."
"'Cause he looked so huge compared to his sculpture?"
He nods. "Exactly."
"That's ridiculous."
"But plausible."
It kind of is, actually.
And funny.
Joking with him…
It feels good.
And… fluttery.
My chest is light.
My limbs too.
I wrap my fingers around my coffee cup to ground myself.
It helps.
And, fuck, this is amazing.
"Thanks." I take another sip. Swallow hard. "You're gifted."
"Coffee and tattoos."
"Is that how you got into it?" I motion to the dirty painting. "Love ofart?"
Again, he laughs.
Again, his eyes brighten.
