Thirty-Five
Emma
It felt like something was tickling my nose.
In my dreamlike state I imagined it was a flower or a dandelion, but when my eyes opened I saw Brody sitting next to me on my bed, grinning and holding my pen with the feather on the end.
“Morning, sunshine,” he said. “I brought coffee and donuts.”
“You did?” I asked, becoming a little more alert at the mention of donuts.
“Yup.”
I scooted back on the bed to scoot up and asked, “What time is it?”
“About nine thirty,” Brody said as he handed me the coffee cup.
While he placed the box of donuts on the bed and opened the lid, I looked at him.
“You’re up early.”
“Yeah, I’ve been up for a while. Hit the gym in order to make room for these donuts.”
“No hangover?” I asked gently, not wanting him to be like Benny and accuse m
