Surprisingly, none of the guys came in while I was in the <b>bath</b>. Once the water began to <b>cool</b>, I rinsed off <b>and </b>got out of the tub; after changing into pajamas and brushing my teeth, I opened the door and found Jake asleep on one side of my bed. I was d <b>to </b><b>see </b><b>he </b>had been able to fall asleep; turning off the light, I climbed into bed, scooting closer to him. He shifted in his sleep, throwing an arms over my waist. Smiling, I linked <b>our </b>hands together and fell asleep with Jake cuddled against my <b>back</b><b>, </b>
I woke the following day to the smell of coffee and bacon. Jake was still asleep next to me, so I quietly climbed out of bed and padded down the hallway toward the promise of the caffeine. I entered the kitchen, making my way straight to the coffee machine. Once I had my coffee and first sip, I sighed happily and turned to face Patrick at the stove, scrambling eggs.
“Can I say good morning now?” Patrick chuckled<b>. </b>
<b>“</b>Yes, I have had some coffee, so I <b>am </b>awake enough to ept good morning greetings.” I teased him. Patrick pulled the pan of eggs off the stove and approached me, kissing me deeply as he smiled against my lips.
“Good morning, love, he murmured.
“Good morning,” I grinned back. Patrick quickly ted up the food and gave me a nudge toward the dining room; we <b>sat </b>together eating as the others slowly began to emerge, ting up their <b>food </b><b>and </b>joining us <b>at </b>the table. Jake was thest to appear, shuffling in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He came to me, nting a kiss on my <b>head </b>before grabbing his food and sitting across from me. When he was done, I followed him into the kitchen and helped him finish loading the dishwasher.
“How are you feeling today?” I asked, standing behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing him between his shoulder des,
*Better. I’m sorry about being so clingy yesterday. <b>My </b>anxiety got the better of me.”
“Sweetie, I have lost count of the amount of anxiety and panic attacks you have helped me through, I understand. I will continue to tell you that I’m not leaving <b>as </b>often as you need to hear it. I promise. Spinning around to face me, he <b>kissed </b>me while whispering his thanks against my lips.
“Let’s go get dressed. I think we are supposed to meet the realtor soon, and I can’t wait to see the house. I turned toward the bedroom, with <bke </b>following behind. He took some clothes into the bathroom while I got dressed in the bedroom. I wasughing to myself because we had been naked together so many times but still tended to go to separate rooms to dress. I was still giggling when Josh stuck his head in the bedroom door and gave me a curious look.
I exined what I had been thinking, and he just shrugged his shoulders. “Force of habit, baby girl. Plus, if we were in the same room with you every time you got dressed, you would be spending <b>a </b>lot more of your time naked.”
I snorted at his remark and threw the pair of socks I was nning on wearing at him. He wasn’t expecting to be assaulted by the ball of socks that bounced off his forehead, and he gave me <b>a </b>dirty look before picking them up off the floor. Thank you, baby. I needed a pair of socks,” He grinned <b>as </b>he turned and left me standing in the middle of my bedroom, surprised by his response.
“Josh, give those back; they are mine, I wined as I hurried after him. I found him by the front door talking to Patrick while they waited for the rest of us. I walked over to him with my hand out, but he ignored me, continuing his conversation with Patrick. Frowning, I looked him over <b>and </b>spotted my socks in his <b>back </b>pocket. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I backed away from the guys <b>and </b>moved to get behind Josh without him noticing. <b>Patrick </b>spotted me, and I saw his lip twitch as he tried not tough. I gave him my best re and put my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet.
I was just reaching to <b>snag </b>my socks from Josh’s pocket when Drew entered the room.
“Hey Em, you ready to go? Hearing Drew’s voice, Josh tumed in our direction. When he spotted me, he cocked his eyebrow,
<b>“</b><b>Was </b>there something you needed, baby girl?”
“You know what I need. Can I have my socks back, <b>please</b><b>?</b>” I grumbled
“Are you going to
to <b>throw </b>these at my head anymore?
“No, sir,” I said, knowing that’s how he wanted me to respond.
His smile told me <b>that </b>had been the correct response, and he handed them to me. I smiled my sweetest smile at him before sitting down and pulling them on. By this time, the other guys had joined us, and Mike was watching me as I tied my shoes.
“<b>What </b>did you do to put that expression on your face? Mike asked me.
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“What?” I looked up, confused. What expression?”
The sweet, innocent smile you have when secretly plotting ways to get <b>into </b>trouble,” Mike said, pointing to my face.
Before Mike could say anything else, I jumped to my feet and grabbed Patrick’s hand.
“Come on, let’s go. I don’t want to bete. I called, dragging Patrick behind me out the door.
“Oh, and I call shotgun.” 1 yelled, throwing myself into the front seat while the guys protested<b>. </b>
I tried to keep myughter quiet as they <b>squabbled </b>andined, trying to find room for their long legs in the cramped back rows. Once everyone was seated and buckled in, Patrick started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
By the way, baby girl, you’re going to sit back here with me on the way home, Josh told me.
“What? Why? I never get to sit in the front.
“True, but you’re tiny y and fit so much better sitting between us back here.”
Fine, 1 sighed, acting more put out than I <b>was</b>. I did enjoy sitting in the back because the guys always wanted me in the middle, and it was nice havin
them there to cuddle with
It was only another ten minutes before we pulled into the driveway <i>of </i>the house I had fallen in love with, and listening to the others excitement:
came into view, I <b>was </b>hoping they were feeling the same way,