“Oh, I’m sorry! What are you reading there?” Brandon asked as he motioned to the paperwork I had put my book under. I was mortified, but I tried my best to hide it.
“Uh, just a book you know, just to pass the time.” I waved my hand in a matter-of-fact way. I had to play it cool; I didn’t want him to think that it was a big deal, even though I was freaking out inside.
“Oh, well what’s it about?” Since when was he so interested in what my books were about? I stared at Brandon as he grinned, seeming to know exactly what I was reading. Mortified, I turned my face to the stack of papers hiding my guilty pleasure. It was one of those corny romance novels, the ones with cheesy sex scenes in every other chapter.
Oh god, maybe there’s a chance he didn’t see it! And then I remembered back to the day we had met—I had been reading another book just like it, with the shirtless man on the cover. He did know, because I was sure that that very day he had caught me in much the same way.
Feeling as though I had no other option, I mustered up all the courage I could find, looked Brandon straight in the eye, and said, “Oh, you know, one of those sex books.” I couldn’t believe I had admitted it and it looked as though Brandon couldn’t either. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped. Taking one step back, he cleared his throat as he straightened up.
“Aright then, well, I…uh…I have some things to drop off. That’s what I came to do, so I was just looking for someone to help me. But if you’re busy there reading, it’s no problem. I don’t want to interrupt,” he said as he walked down the hall.
For the first time since our initial meeting, Brandon seemed to be at a loss. Usually calm and collected, it was if someone just came and swept the rug right out from under his feet. I had doubted that anyone was as blunt as I had been in that moment and I knew Brandon wasn’t used to it. And to think that he saw me as innocent and sweet, to imagine that I was reading books like that? I knew it affected him, but it wasn’t in the way that I expected.