We both got to our feet and I realized I really didn't want him to leave. Which was weird. I always enjoyed time to myself. Maybe it was strange, but I'd never liked someone in my space all the time. Except for Sierra. She was one of the few people who I could justbewith, sitting in silence, each of us doing our own thing.
Brody had been another person until things changed between us my freshman year of high school.
"How late do you stay up?" he asked me.
Surprised by the random question, I answered, "Eleven or so. Why?"
"Can I call you after Jacks goes to bed?"
I leaned into him a little. "I don't know. My mom doesn't like it when I'm up late, talking to boys."
The corner of his mouth kicked up. "We'll be off the phone by midnight. I'm a lot older than you and I have to work in the morning."
"You're that old?" I gasped. "Ewwww."
He didn't say anything else, just gave me one of those light, sweet kisses right out of my adolescent daydreams.
And, truly, that said it all.
