Page 80 of Breaking the Rules
Her nails are pink today.
A pale pink that nearly blends into her skin.
It's subtle, quiet, completely unlike her.
Or maybe I don't know shit about her.
A few dinners and an entire season ofDaredevildon't make us best friends.
Only…
Fuck, at this point, this is the closest relationship I have.
"Girl needs a show." Dean shakes his head. "And you're gonna leave her high and dry. That's disgraceful."
Emma laughs.
"Unless. You got some sort of embarrassing tattoo I should know about?" Dean holds his hand over his mouth to stage whisper. "It can be our secret?"
I shake my head. Stripping for attention has never been my thing, but modesty isn't what's keeping my clothes on.
It's my inability to handle Emma's stare.
Whenever I catch her looking—
Fuck.
My balls tighten at the thought of her attention.
"You're a party girl." Dean turns to Emma.
"I am?" She raises a brow. "Since when?"
"Not 'cause you're—" He brings his hands to his hips to mime thrusting into someone.
I have to hand it to Dean.
He doesn't half-ass shit.
He's all in, all the time.
Emma bursts into laughter. "Glad to know I'm not too slutty for you."
"Em, please. You're nowhere near my record," he says.
"Which is?" she asks.
"You think I can count that high?"
"I think you're over-compensating because you don't want me to realize how much you love your girlfriend," she says.
"Why would I hide that?" he asks.
"You should ask a shrink that," she says.
He chuckles. Brushes it off. "Not sex and drugs party. An actual party. You threw one for Kaylee's birthday."
"So?" she asks.
