Chapter 27

“Emily!” Walking up to us is Emery. “Wow. Take a look at you, mingling and such. That is, with someone other than me. Your very own hottie was brought. Steve appears to emerge from his stupor as she turns to face him. He gives her a little strange look as he examines her. Perhaps he's correct.

“What? Not my hottie, he.

But do you admit I'm attractive? Steve queries. I gaze back and forth between them, my eyes widening. “What? That isn't... I…” What on earth am I even saying? Steve is sexy. I can't tell him that a girl would have to be blind not to see it. I'm unable to take the action that almost feels flirtatious. I'm also powerless to refuse.

Emery responds, "I think she's going to self-combust. Steve's excessively blue eyes draw me in. I like it, Bryntastic. You're hot, too, in my opinion.

He turns and leaves, leaving me to contend with the internal conflict between the parts of me that ought to tell him not to say anything similar ever again.

and the component that enjoys it. So w