Page 67 of Take My Heart
Brody looks at me. ‘Why is that funny?’
‘I don’t know.’ I stop laughing. ‘Oh!’ I point my finger at him. ‘Because you live in Wisconsin! It’s known for cheese!’
‘I still don’t get it.’ He gives me a confused look. ‘Why is that funny?’
‘It just is.’ I’m laughing again. I’m drunk. I had way too much whiskey.
This has been such a fun night, drinking whiskey and playing poker. I really like Brody and I’m so damn attracted to him. I’m not even going to try to deny it anymore. The guy is sexy as hell and I’ve had dirty thoughts about him all night. Is it wrong of me to think that way a day after breaking up with Cam? Maybe, but it doesn’t feel wrong.
I haven’t had dirty thoughts about Cam for a really long time, probably because I knew I couldn’t act on them. Or if I’m really being honest, it’s because I wasn’t attracted to Cam. I was at first, but as I got to know him, my attraction to him got less and less. I told myself that was normal, that when you’re with someone for a long time, you don’t feel that intense attraction anymore, but I don’t think that’s true. I think I just didn’t like the way Cam treated me, which made him less attractive.
Brody closes the fridge. ‘You think it’s still snowing?’
‘Probably,’ I say, now doubled over in laughter.
He turns to me. ‘What the hell is so funny?’
‘Nothing. I just laugh when I’m drunk. I can’t help it.’
He walks around me to the sink. There’s a small window above it with a curtain. He shoves the curtain aside and sighs. ‘It’s still snowing.’
‘Let me see!’ I whip around and bump into Brody. ‘Oops!’ I cover my mouth with my hand and start laughing again.
Brody stares at me. ‘Would you stop?’
‘Stop what?’
‘Laughing. It’s really annoying.’ He says that, but he’s smiling.
‘Sorry.’ I hold my lips together really tight but feel thelaughter bubbling up. I can’t hold it in. It bursts through my lips, unable to be contained.
Brody rolls his eyes, still smiling.
‘I tried.’ I grab hold of his shirt and look up at him. ‘It just came out.’ I step closer and rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and smiling. ‘You smell good.’
‘I do?’
‘Yeah,’ I say, my body relaxing against his. My legs feel tired or maybe I’m just too drunk to stand up.
‘You okay?’ I hear Brody say. I feel his arms going around me, holding me up.
‘I’m great,’ I say, my words slurred. ‘I like your chest.’ I run my hands over it. ‘It’s all hard and muscle-y.’
He laughs. ‘I don’t think that’s a word.’
‘I’m making it one.’ My hands go around his waist to his backside.
‘Kate.’
‘What?’ I ask, my head still resting on his chest, my eyes closed.
‘You’re touching my ass.’
‘I know.’ I sigh. ‘It’s a nice ass.’
He laughs a little. ‘Do you even know what you’re saying?’
I do, but I don’t feel like it’s me saying it. I feel like I’m someone else, someone who says and does what she wants. I love this person, whoever she is. She’s wild and free and uninhibited.
