Page 85 of Breaking the Rules

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"Never ever." Her lips curl into a tiny smile. Her eyes meet mine.

Something passes between us.

This understanding.

I'm not sure what it means.

Only that I want more of it.

I want to know the Emma behind the sharp comebacks and the fierce fashion.

I want to understand all of her.

To peel back the walls around my heart so she can understand all of me.

But I don't understand myself half the time.

I'm still sorting my shit out.

I'm a mess. And she shouldn't have to clean me up.

Fuck. I'm getting distracted again.

There are a million reasons why this can't happen.

I need to stop getting lost in what ifs.

I'm going on this date.

Convincing Emma I'm not interested.

The end.

Emma turns as she assesses me. She shakes her head. Something about how I'm ridiculous.

But in a way she likes.

She's smiling.

Blushing even.

It's too fucking obvious that she wants me too.

That we should cancel this pointless attempting at stemming our feelings. Go to her bedroom. Get horizontal.

Fuck, I want to make her come.

I never feel like that.

I want women, yeah.

I'm plenty generous when we do get down to it.

But it's not because I'm craving their satisfaction.

With Em—

I want to make her feel good.

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