“You kissed Kylie" I protested"Yes, I did. Right in front of you," he said, stepping forward again."Brody-"Hi face was centimetres from my face. Every cell of my skin anticipated his touch. My head and back were pressed into the door. "You afraid of something 1919? You know I'm not going to do anything until you do.”

“I was looking at the storm clouds above my head when Brody said, "Look Sophie-" He was clamping and unclamping his fists, and his eyes were green with frustration."What?"There was no answerIn half a step forward and less than a second, his right hand touched my hip, his left hand seized my jaw - and Brody Meine was kissing me.”

“His eyes locked on mine and my voice went a few notes high when i said "How could Ashley guess you were with me?"Brody said, " Because I don't think she's blind."We stared at each other. We were both breathing heavily.With one step across the room, i seized his face and kissed him.”

“Brody, please tell me what this has all been about" I said."The lead-up to the Second World War" said Brody, still not lowering the handout, "or so I've been assured."Frustrated, I pushed the paper away from Brody. He averted his eyes from me."Don't be like that" he said quietly."Are you seeing Ashley Ventwood" I asked him."No" he said, still looking away."Would you tell me if you were?" He didn't move.”

“What's wrong?" I asked in a tiny voice, grasping for a piece of bookself to hold me up.His breath was still heavy. "This is a bad idea."Overwhelmed, I let my body slide towards the floor, until I sat crumpled on the dusty carpet."Brody, treat me better than this-" I said.He didn't turn around; his shoulders rippled as he gripped the shelf."It's dangerous," he said "We'll make it safe"He half-looked over his shoulder."That's not what I'm talking about," he said.”

“I want to get ready, I really do, but I have a bad feeling about today," I said, lowering my voice for dramatic effect.Maudrina stopped what she was doing and gave me a long stare. "You have a bad feeling every time I try to get you to do something social.""No, I don't," I said, my voice rising in false protest.”

“Aw, he's just you know...entrenched," Matt said. "Gotta adjust to the perspective and deal from there." Then he added, "Not that I'd want him as my dad...."Mike practically sprayed his milk. "Dude! Can you imagine?" Then Matt gave my dad a slap on the back and said, "No way. I'm sticking with my main man here." My mom grinned from across the kitchen and said, "Me too."I'd never seen my father cry. And he didn't exactly sit there bawling, but there were definitely tears welling up in his eyes.”