Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 127

us.

Once breakfast had been cleaned up, I went to my room to get dressed. I came back out to see Patrick leaning against the kitchen counter. His phone was pressed to his ear, and he had a look of resignation on his face. He ended the call with a gran before turning to face "We have to go out for a while, Patrick said, addressing the guys. My expression dropped at the thought of being left alone, but Patrick continued before I could say anything. "There is no way we are leaving you alone, Em, even if you wanted to." I nodded in agreement. There was no way I wanted to be alone, I didn't know if I would ever be comfortable is this house again, which is probably something I should bring up to the guys later. "Drew, you stay here, and the rest of you come with me."

After quick goodbye kisses, the guys quickly left, and Drew came to stand next to me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer to him. "T have some work to get done, but it shouldn't take me that long, he promised before turning to walk toward his room. "Wait, Drew," I said before he had gone more than a few steps. He turned to look at me. "Do you mind if I keep you company him. "I just really don't want to be alone right now."

while you work?" I asked

you don't mind the mess in my toom." My groan made him smile. Drew knew that messes made me twitchy. I couldn't understand how someone in the military could be so messy. But rather than change my mind, I took his offered hand and tilted my head

kissed me back with equal fervor. Sometimes, our tongues fought over whose tongue was in whose mouth, or our teeth would knock together. We would both forget that we needed to breathe

grab my laptop and come out there, and then

while, I shifted, and Drew glanced down at me. the coffee table, he used his foot to push it further away before lifting me onto his lap so my legs were straddled on either side of his. I rested my arms Setting his laptop on on

sure, Em? I don't want to do anything

will scare you."

all," I assured him as I smoothed my hand down his shirt. With a roll of my hips, I ground against him, and he hissed out a breath. 'Help me up?" I asked. Dropping his hands to my waist, Drew lifted me up and set me on my feet. Once he was sure I

was fighting to keep himself from helping me.

into the sides of his shorts and lifting his hips, he