Page 28 of Rule Number Five
Trouble: Sounds like a YOU problem.
Me: Come on, don’t be like that.
Trouble: Fine. Read something.
Me: Like a book?
Trouble: Yes, genius. A book.
Me: Yeah, ok not my smartest answer.
Me: What kind of book?
Trouble: IDK anything you like. You have read books, haven’t you?
Me: Yes, Sid. I’ve read books.
Trouble: Alright… What did you like?
Fuck, what did I like? I didn’t know. I likedGame of Thrones, but I lost interest after the third book.Dunewas an… experience. Not one I was down for diving back into. When the hell was the last time I read anything good?
Me: What do you like?
It took so long for her to answer I thought she’d left me hanging.
Trouble: You’re not going to like what I like.
Me: What? Why?
Trouble: Because guys don’t read the type of books I read.
Me: Well, now you have to tell me.
Trouble: Yeah, I don’t think so.
Me: Why the fuck not?
Trouble: Because, no.
My mouth twisted in a grin. Now I needed to know exactly what books she liked.
Me: What are you afraid of?
No reply.
Me: Are you reading dirty books, Sidney?
Bubbles appeared and disappeared as she typed. When they stopped and nothing else popped up, I sent her another message. I sounded desperate, but fuck it. I wanted to know. Something about getting my hands on a book so filthy she was embarrassed to tell me about it had my entire body vibrating.
Me: Tell me a book to read and I’ll tell you how much I like it.
I dropped my arm and ignored the pounding in my chest. Fuck. Did I push her too far? Did she think I was some kind of perv? I typed out, “just kidding,” but her message appeared before I hit Send.
Trouble: Sin & Sinners, but we are not talking about it.
Me: Sure we aren’t.
Trouble: Goodbye, Jax.