Fail.
I'm going to die of embarrassment.
I'm going to die right here in the hallway, no college degree in hand, no boutique kicking ass, no reports of excellence.
I'm going to die of embarrassment and my tombstone is going to say Emma Kane, full of untapped potential, disappointment to her late parents, and especially to her brother.
At least she had great hair.
"Fuck. Sorry." He turns and marches into the bathroom.
I try to peel my eyes up his body, but I can't.
He's so naked.
And I'm so…
Into it.
After that…
It's been weird with guys. Different. Uncomfortable.
But seeing Hunter naked…
I don't know.
It's been a long time. Years.
But he was Brendon's best friend for a long time. And he was always good to me.
He consoled me after my first rejection.
He taught me every swear word I know.
Gave me my first sip of booze.
I had a huge crush on him.
Dreamed about kissing him.
And then about more.
About so much more.
"You okay?" He steps into the hallway.
Finally, my eyes obey my command. They trace a line up his long, lean torso. The dreamcatcher tattoo on his chest. The strong chin. The piercing blue eyes. They're familiar and they're so fucking intense.
They're staring into me.
Through me.
"Emma?" He asks again. With extra concern. "Are you okay?" His voice drops to something closer to a whisper.
It's not even remotely close to a baby, I want you whisper, but that's still where my head goes.
He's only wearing a towel.