Twenty-Two
Brody
The room was lit only by the corner lamp and I finally had Emma in my arms.
There would be no brothers popping in, or brothers’ girlfriends for that matter. We had the whole night, just the two of us, and I was suddenly extremely nervous.
We were on the bed, Emma wearing a tank top and underwear and me in my boxer briefs.
She was stunning. More so than ever with her long, dark hair strewn over the bed and her cheeks rosy from my kisses.
“You never wear makeup.”
It was an observation; one I’d had before but it had never really registered until now.
Emma shook her head slightly and said, “Only Chapstick or sometimes gloss.”
She didn’t need any, that was for sure, but it seemed funny that I don’t think I’d ever known a female who didn’t wear makeup. Ever.
“Was it a
