Page 111 of Dirty Like Brody
“Well.” He lay back on the blanket, tucking an arm behind his head like a pillow. “Guess I just learned something newaboutyou.”
“About time.” I grinned down at him, hugging myknees.
“You kidding? I learn something new about you allthetime.”
“Really?”
“Sweetheart, it’d take centuries to unravel all the mysteries of JessaMayes.”
“Really,” I said, now doubting his sincerity. “Tell me something you’ve learned about me lately, Mr.Kiss-Ass.”
“How about the way you wiggle your feet around when youwrite.”
“What? Idonot.”
“You rub your feet back and forth on the floor when you’rethinking.”
“Ido?”
“Yup.”
“That’sweird.”
“When you read,” he went on, “like out of a magazine, your lips move and you repeat the wordsyoulike.”
“That’s noteventrue.”
“You repeat them three times,” he said. Then he mouthed,inevitability… inevitability… inevitability, in an imitation of me,apparently.
“So? Inevitability is a great word. Here, I’ll use it in a sentence. ‘Brody being a smart-ass is a definiteinevitability.’”
Hesmirked.
“Seriously? I seriouslydothat?”
“Yup.”
“Jesus. Whatadork.”
“It’scute.”
“It’s lame. And stop trying to butt-kiss your way out of this. It’s your turn. Truthordare.”
“Okay.Truth.”
“What does the tattoo on yourforearmsay?”
His smile faltered a little. “Abstinence,”hesaid.
Huh. Definitely never would’ve guessed. “Why do you have that tattooed onyourarm?”
“Nope. You only get one questionperturn.”
“That is one question. It’s a two-parter.”
“No two-parters. Your turn. Truthordare.”
“You asked me like five questions in a row about stupidmarshmallows!”
