Shattered Girl (Emmy)

hapter 56

ber cuddling on the couch a little longer, Josh stood up and helped me to my feet. He took my hand without saying anything and led me upstairs to y bathrooms. Turning the shower on and adjusting the temperature, he returned to me.

Vill you let me take care of you, baby girl?" Josh asked, resting his hands on my hips and pulling me closer to him. "Shower you, wash your hair and ur body. Please, baby, let me do this for you." I stepped up to Josh, wrapping my arms around his neck. If course, Josh, you can do that whenever you want. I love it when you guys do that. It's so nice to let go, knowing you will care for me." I rested my tad against his heart, relaxing into him as he tightened his hold.

hank you, baby girl," Josh said, turning us so he could face the shower. He tested the water temperature, swept me in his arms, and carried me into e shower. I giggled as he refused to put me down until we were both under the rainfall shower head. He carefully set me on my feet, not letting go til he was sure I was steady. Smiling at me, he the tip of my nose.

There you go, my little soaked kitten." He grinned, stepping back. When I looked at him with a questioning look, he explained. You look like one of tose videos where the kitten has just had a bath, and their fur is all plastered against their bodies."

That's mean, I'm telling." 1 pouted. However, it did not have the desired effect because all Josh did was laugh. He came closer, leaning in for a quick iss, then reached behind me for the shampoo bottle.

care of you." Sighing dramatically, I

little further out of the water, and he spent a very long time carefully washing every inch of my body. Josh, honey, I think that nipple is

was all out of my hair, he turned off the shower and took two towels off the warming rack he had turned on

Josh. That was nice, even if you called me a wet cat." I hurried out of the bathroom before he could retaliate, his laughter following me the bedrooms. I found a tank

brush it out. The other four guys were spread out around the living room when I came downstairs. A baseball game was the coffee table. I paused, watching all the guys, then decided Patrick would be the most sympathetic to my story of being called a wet cat. I went to e was on the TV, and snacks and drinks were on him and curled up in his

a nice shower, Patrick commented, my

told me I looked like a wet cat," I pouted. That got everyone's attention, and they all burst out laughing. Patrick tried his hardest not to join in, but his body shook with the effort. "You're all mean." I crossed my arms and glared at everyone. "Now, love, I'm sure losh only said that because of how cute you looked. Patrick assured me. I loved how Patrick, the heir to one of the most prominent Irish crime families in the city, was always the one who acted as the peacekeeper. A thought crossed my mind, and I wondered if he would be like this when

of kids, Patrick said, looking at me. Now, It was my tum to blush. "Well you know, Patrick continued, at least

came back downstairs. "Whats going on? Why is everyone laughing.?" He asked, as 1 flew off of Patricks lap and leapt at him. Luckly be caught me without either of us falling. I buried my head against