Page 64 of Character Flaws
Marlon gives a thumbs up. “Good to hear. Check ya later.”
I heave a sigh as Marlon strolls down the hallway into the opened doors of the stage area.
“Well, I’ll make sure you get plenty of ice tonight. We can’t have you all black-and-blue this weekend for show time.”
“Hmm,” he hums. “I know a really good technique for bruising.”
“Oh yeah?”
I feel like I’m walking into a trap based on the grin that’s reappeared across his mouth.
“Oh yeah. Come down here and I’ll tell you about it.”
He crooks his finger to me and I bend forward so my ear is just at his lips. His breath is warm and fans across my neck as he speaks.
“You see, a bruise is just trapped blood underneath the skin. So, I figure, I just need to move the blood to another part of my body. Got any idea how we might do that?”
He snickers and I stick my tongue out at him.
He’s such a doofus.
But he’s my kind of a doofus and I kind of like him anyway.
