Every time I think I’ve figured him out, something new slips through the cracks.
Honestly, Braydon’s like an onion and it feels like I can never reach the center.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, hesitating for a few seconds before deciding to poke a little. Just a little.
“Braydon.”
He turns his head instantly, eyebrows lifting like he wasn’t expecting me to speak. “Yeah?”
My fingers toy with the edge of the empty cake wrapper. “Can I ask you something?” I whisper. “It’s kind of… personal.”
He shifts in his seat, turning his body toward me and the car suddenly feels smaller, his muscular frame filling up the space between us. His long fingers rake through his hair before he nods. “Shoot.”
I take a breath, trying to find the right words. “I know it’s not really the best tim
