“Brody... What are you doing here?”
His eyes roamed over my body standing in Sam’s shirt before they met my gaze and he blushed, having been caught.
Brody bit his bottom lip, sighing, “My room is next to Grants and I’m not sure how, but they’re breaking the sound barriers over there. I can’t handle another night hearing Summer scream his name. Please, can we watch a movie or something?”
I felt my cheeks heat and then found it hard not to laugh.
“Why are you laughing at me? Come on. I will get on my knees and beg,” he groaned, pouting his bottom lip. I felt the corner of my lips curl up.
That would be a sight to see. When I met Brody, he exuded confidence. I was a rat trapped in his cage. But now, oh how the tables have turned. I had a feeling that all of his jokes weren’t so m
