It would be too strange waiting around in his house alone. But his body is a machine-a gorgeous, perfect machine-and he knows how to operate it.ĭespite his protests to wait for him at his house, which were varied and persuasive, I came home. I honestly don’t know how Drew will manage, seeing as he barely slept. Practice and team meetings are not a choice but an obligation. It took twenty minutes of making out in his car before he let me go with a sigh and a promise to meet me after practice. Though I’m pretty sure Drew is just as needy. Disconcerting, as I’m more needy than I’ve ever been in my life. SLINKING INTO MY apartment in the middle of the morning, I feel like an intruder. “Go put your damn hair up,” I tell her instead. “I like you just the way you are too, Anna Jones.” I’m crazy for you. My throat closes too tight to find my voice. “I like you just the way you are, Drew Baylor.” Her expression eases into something soft.
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