Page 68 of Dirty Like Brody

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I could really go for some noodlesrightnow.

I snorted to myself. But I decided to roll with it. He’s the one who mentioned his underwear,right?

Me:Are wesextingnow?

Brody:Depends. What are youwearing?

Damn. Was Brody flirtingwithme?

Was I flirting withBrody?

Yes. Yes, Itotallywas.

All those years I’d avoided him, ignoring his messages… was this what would’ve happened if I’dansweredback?

Flirting?

Sexting?

Yes. You know this is what would’ve happened. Which was why you didn’tanswer.

Okay. That was the hardtruth.

But was it wrong that I liked it when he flirted with me? That I’d liked it a hell of a lot better when I thought he had me on some pedestal, even though I told myself all those years that it was wrong? Because at least then, he didn’thateme.

Brody:??

Shit. I was leaving himhanging.

Again.

Only this time… he’d accepted my apology. A lame one, but still. A door had cracked open, and I wasn’t about to let it slam inmyface.

Me:The comfiest sweat pants ever invented. And yourshirt.

Brody:Soundssexy.

I had no idea if that was sarcasmornot.

I decided to rid myself of anydoubt.

Me:No underwearthough.

Shit.

Shit.

He wasn’tanswering.

Why wasn’t heanswering?

Brody:Commando again? Do I need to come over and take care of anyphotographers?

Me:Nope. I’m allalone.

Brody:Onesec.

Onesec?

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