“Well, I dread the fact that someday he’s going to look at me and see who I really am.” “I get that.” “You do?” He sits up. “Now I do. I mean, did you see Daisy? Like what the hell does someone like her see in me?” My head snaps back. “You’re not serious, are you?” Brody stares at me, remaining silent. I hold up my hand, ticking off his attributes finger by finger. “You’re hot, sweet, protective, loyal, hot.”
