Page 12 of Beautiful Crazy

“Well, now that I think about it, I guess maybe you wouldn’t. But your brother did. A lot. And since we have the same parts, it was no big deal but, you know.”

“Boys have a penis and girls have a vagina. Keep them to ourselves. Got it.”

Not that I would mind seeing her naked body someday, but I don’t need that kind of distraction in my own house every day. That’s what porn is for.

“So, how do you feel about game night? Oooh and Taco Tuesdays?”

“Oh, good grief.”

Lying in bed with my best friend snuggled up with me, finally passed out, all I can think about now are those rules we made together years ago and the list we finally posted so we could make it official.

Emmett and Emily’s Rules for Roommates

Emm & Em will eat dinner together at least twice a week. Each of them is responsible for dinner plans, cooking or otherwise, on their respective day.

Emm & Em will take turns binge-watching TV shows on Netflix. No veto powers allowed but a show can be discontinued if both parties agree that the show sucks in general.

Emm & Em shall participate in a game night at least twice a month. Friends are allowed to be invited. Games can include anything from a card game of War to Exploding Kittens to video games. Teams will be civil when needed and all will remember that it’s just a game.

Emm & Em will make every effort to text each other when having sexual partners over to visit so that alone time can be given to the respective couple. *Edited to add that if one roommate’s partner doesn’t get along with the other roommate, the sexual relationship ends because if my partner can’t love my best friend, then I can’t love them

Emm & Em will NOT date, touch, kiss or have sex with each other in any way that would lead to anxious feelings or possible destruction of friendship. We are not each other’s sloppy seconds. *Edited to add that snuggling between friends is allowed because let’s face it,

sometimes we have bad days and just need to cry it out or snuggle to feel comforted.

Emm & Em will not walk around the apartment naked any time both roommates are present out of respect for one another. All bets are off though when in the

apartment alone.

I’ve already broken a couple of those rules. I kissed Emily a year ago and although she seems to have forgotten about it, I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the day it happened. And as for rule number six, well, I guess I smashed that one today too.

Emily Chesney saw my dick and balls and if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t even feel badly about it. In fact, I hope it happens again.

I guess rules were made to be broken.

Chapter 3

Emily

Apples?

Do I smell apples?

“Oh, my gosh, no he didn’t!” I untangle myself from all my blankets and spring from my bed almost falling into my dresser along the way. It’s still black as night outside so I peek at the clock that says six twenty-one. Emmett doesn’t usually get up until at least six forty-five so why he’s up so early and preparing breakfast to boot is beyond me. I pull a hoodie over my pj shirt because mornings are cold around here when you first jump out of bed, and my nipples are poking through my shirt like little snowballs, and head to the kitchen.

This loft apartment is one of my favorite spaces with its open design. I love that I can be sitting on the couch watching the news but also chatting with Emmett when he cooks in the kitchen. Or vice-versa of course, but let’s be honest, my cooking has been less than stellar over the years. Emmett has taken to helping me when it’s my night to cook. And by helping, I mean handing me a glass of wine to hold while he cooks.

The lights throughout the loft are still out except for the light above the stove and the one above the sink.

“Mornin’,” Emmett’s warm, throaty voice fills the space between us. In my mind I refer to that specific sound of his voice as his porno voice because I’ve always imagined it’s the voice he probably uses in bed when he’s with a woman.

Strong.

Confident.

Dominating.

Not that I ever really look at Emmett Fox in that way, but I mean, come on, how could I not? Especially with a voice like that and the sexy nut-brown just-fucked-hair-don’t-care look he’s got going on right now. His navy pj pants hang low on his hips and his gray t-shirt hugs his broad chest. I know for a fact there are all kinds of ridges and valleys under that shit. His body is sexy for sure. He’ll make some girl very happy someday, I have no doubt. Anyway, it’s his porno voice he’s using this morning so between that and the smell coming from the pan in front of him, I’m experiencing a very pleasant wake-up.

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