Page 65 of Breaking the Rules
But I see guys all day. At school. At the department store where I still work once a week. At Inked Hearts.
Hell, the clientele at Inked Hearts is flush with hotties. Every day a surfer boy or celebrity or bodybuilder walks into the shop and takes his shirt off.
Sometimes, twice a day.
Sometimes, twice an hour.
But for three months, I've been staring and nothing…
No ache between my legs.
No desire racing through my veins.
No flutter in my stomach.
Sure, I flirt well enough. It's easier, actually, when I'm not attracted to the guy. There's nothing at stake.
Sometimes, I get numbers.
Then I throw them away.
Go home and tell myself that everything is the same.
That I'm busy with school and work.
It was okay as long as I avoided Vinnie.
But now…
No.
I'm here.
He's there.
I never have to see him again.
It can continue not being a big deal.
"Em?" Hunter asks.
"Yeah?" I press my palms into the tile counter. Hunter is a good guy, but that doesn't mean I can trust him.
He's trying, yeah.
But he's still Brendon's spy.
"What's next?" he asks.
"Oh." Right. We're cooking dinner. Not losing ourselves in our thoughts. It's weird, being stuck in my head. I've never been a daydreamer. I'm not used to it. "This." I flip the chicken breast with a pair of tongs.
"Then?" He moves closer.
His bare arm is pressed against mine.
My breath catches in my throat.
Desire buzzes through my veins.
