Emery (Unexpected, #3)

by Cora Rose

The moment I laid eyes on him last year, I went a little nuts. I couldn’t stop squirming for hours after that initial meet up. He just looks so damn nice and put together, that I have this obsessive desire to mess him up. Get him dirty. Rumple his hair a bit. Spray my come across his face. Smear it into his skin. Whoops, too far.

The conclusion I’ve come up with is, there are no fake smiles. He’s genuinely a kind person, who just so happens to also look like a sex god.

Maybe I’ll go into a trade or some shit. Become an interpreter or something.” “Interpreter? Do you know another language?” “Nope, but I’m sure it’s not too hard to learn one.”

“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.

I mean, there are wars and starvation, so sexual preference isn’t a big thing. You don’t have to label it.

“What the hell do you want from me, Em?” I ask. “Just say what you want. Tell me.” Emery stomps his foot and yells, “I want someone to fucking fight for me for once, goddammit.”

I shuffle over to his dresser and snoop through it. I do a much more thorough job than I should, pressing my face against a pair of his boxer briefs, and sniffing deeply. I have issues; we know this.