Emery (Unexpected, #3)

by Cora Rose

“You ever fucked a dude, August?” I blurt. He’s in the middle of a sip of water and starts choking, his cheeks turning pink as he gasps for breath. Yeah, I overshot that one. Should have started out with something a little less intense. Kissing, perhaps. Or light petting. “What? No.” “Hm. Why not? You against the idea?” I ask. He eyeballs me and then shoots his gaze back to the road. “I’m not against it.” Oh shit. Well, I should not have asked that because now I’m getting excited, like maybe it’s a possibility. “I just wouldn’t fuck you,” he adds, and my smirk drops into a frown. Okay, so not a possibility. “Damn, that’s not very polite,” I mutter. “What do you have against me?” August wets his lips and keeps his eyes on the road. “Well, you’re impulsive, chaotic, and unpredictable. To name a few.” Well, that was incredibly blunt and unnecessary. Not to mention, entirely accurate. “So? You’re boring, nice, and reliable. I’d still fuck you.” “Not happening. I have standards.” “Ugh, so what? Standards-Shmandards. I’m hot.” I’m not that hot. That’s a stretch.