[Sometimes education doesn't reflect a person's character.]
[You're right, Avery.]
After that, Nora went back to work, and I exited to open Emmett's messages.
Since that day, Emmett and I had grown closer, and he often invited me out under the guise of easing my stress.
After several outings, his friends started giving us knowing looks.
But I didn't refuse. Partly out of a desire for revenge and partly because I didn't know many people in Mayby, nor did I have much of a social life, spending my days under constant pressure from readers to update my writings. Having some diversion wasn't a bad thing.
Moreover, Emmett is indeed very handsome, standing at six-foot-three with a well-built physique, exuding a rugged charm just by being there.
He was exactly the type I go for at this age.
Arthur was handsome and well-built, too, but by comparison, he was practically a beanpole.
I looked down at Emmett's message.
[Want to hang out tonight?]
[Sure.]
Emmett's daily activities fit his tough-guy image perfectly.
The first time we went out, he took me to a boxing gym.
He taught me how to throw a punch, where to channel my strength, and where to hit for a knockout.