“What? What did you just ask me?” Brody chokes on air, struggling to breathe, coughing into his hands while his eyes begin to water.
There’s nothing really to do if there isn’t anything to obstruct his airway except his own spit. He catches his breath, hastily grabs at his glass of water, downing it all in one shot. To be fair, the glass isn’t that big, but still, still.
I blink at him. I know he heard me, so why are we playing this game?
“We’re fake dating, yeah? So I’m going to take this opportunity to practice for the real thing,” I stick my tongue out at him when he rears back, affronted.
“Believe it or not, Brody, but I have been on dates since you left me heartbroken all those years ago…” I clutch at my chest, making fun of the whole thing, even though it left behind a nasty sc
