As soon as he was gone, Drew turned to look at me with something in his eyes that I didn't know and didn't like. He started to walk over to me, and his whole body was tense, with his lips pressed into a thin line. "What the fuck?" he asked and raised an eyebrow in question. "Why the hell did you send us away if you knew that was what was going to happen?"

"Because I knew what was going to happen," I replied coldly, "and I knew what was going to happen if I didn't." I let out a tired sigh that I had been holding before I moved a hand through my hair and across my face, shaking my head while I pursed my lips in annoyance. "Honestly, I am surprised that it was that easy. I thought it was going to be a hell of a lot worse."

Drew scoffed a laugh and rolled his eyes. "A hell of a lot worse?" he asked and gestured toward the entrance of the house. "A hell of a lot worse? What the fuck do you mean about that?"

"I mean that it all went to plan," I said and shrugged, pressing my lips into a thin line. "I am alive, and my father is going to jail for attempted murder and then other charges that he had gotten over the years."

I started to walk to my room, and Drew followed me, even though I knew that all he wanted to do was grab me and do something, especially since I had toppled over "dead" after my father had shot me.

"Are you hurt?" Drew asked and raised an eyebrow in question while he studied my back. He moved closer to me but still kept his distance so that he wouldn't be touching me.

I shrugged and grimaced, pressing my lips into a thin line, and I held back an eye roll. "I think I have a bruise from the bullet, but it isn't something that I can't handle."

"Show me," Drew said and set his jaw while he pressed his lips into a thin line. He narrowed his eyes and reached to grab my arm but stopped as soon as I moved away from him so that he wouldn't touch me. "Christina."

"I am not taking off my fucking shirt in the middle of the damn hallway, Andrew," I said with a small snap in my voice. "I will do it in the bedroom, but I am not doing it here."

"And why not?" Drew asked and raised an eyebrow in question, and I rolled my eyes while I set my jaw and pressed my lips into a thin line. "Do you not walk around your house naked?"

"Uh, no," I said and shook my head. "There are cameras in the house, and I would rather not have a butler or a maid see me butt naked, even though a few of them had already seen me naked."

"Why?" Drew asked, sounding protective of me, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes and scowl. "Who had seen you naked?"

"Wally has seen me a few times because I had been super sick and had taken off my clothes because I had a bad fever and was trying to get some relief. He drove me to the hospital with basically a robe on because he wouldn't take me as is." I shrugged and grimaced, pressing my lips into a thin line. "And then when I was a child, some of them bathed me before I was able to do it myself, so of course, they would have seen me butt naked, too."

"Hmph." Drew set his jaw and narrowed his eyes while he stared at the side of my head. He didn't say a word and bit the inside of his lip. His whole body was tense, and I could tell that he didn't like the idea of someone seeing me naked.

"They are family, Andrew," I said and shook my head. "They are not people that you should be jealous of because of that fact." I stopped in front of my bedroom and opened the door before I walked through it, and Drew followed me into my room.

Drew closed the door and folded his arms across his chest. "Now, show me," he said and narrowed his eyes while he scowled when he saw me open my mouth, and he raised his hand to silence me. "Do not get sarcastic with me," he said as if he knew that was what I was going to do. "Just show me, please."

I bit back a tired sigh and shook my head, closing my mouth without making a sarcastic remark. "Very funny," I said instead of what I wanted to say before I grabbed my shirt and started to pull it over my head. "What did you think that I was going to say?"

"Who the fuck knows, but I know that it was going to be something sarcastic," he said, holding back an eye roll. He bit back a tired sigh and moved a hand through his hair, pursing his lips in annoyance. "I don't need you to do something like being sarcastic."

I sighed and shook my head before I finished pulling my shirt off and turned to look at him with my shirt still in my hand. "Well," I said and flicked my hands further apart so that he could see the bruise. "I-"

I wasn't able to finish my sentence because his lips were instantly on mine, and I kissed him just as hard as he was kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, and he instantly placed his arms around my waist.

After a while, I started to feel something salty against my lips, and I couldn't help but pull away to see that there were tears streaming down Drew's face.

I frowned and narrowed my eyes while I stared at him. "Are you ok?" I asked and raised an eyebrow in question while I rubbed his face, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You're crying."

Drew pulled away from me and wiped his eyes. He cleared his throat and licked his lips while he shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Chris," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Leave me alone about it."

I scoffed a laugh and rolled my eyes, pursing my lips in annoyance. "Fuck no," I said with a shake of my head. "You are in my room and are crying. It is m-"

"IT IS BECAUSE I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!" he exclaimed, interrupting me, and I stared at him too stunned to speak and to finish my sentence. "AND I ALREADY LOST EVERYTHING ELSE THAT I CARED ABOUT BEFORE YOU SHOWED UP IN MY FUCKING LIFE AND TURNED MY WHOLE LIFE UPSIDE FUCKING DOWN!"

I blinked and blinked again, shocked and surprised that he had decided to yell that at me. I didn't say a word while I stared at him, not knowing how to react and what I should do or say to the male in front of me.

Drew moved further away from me and moved a hand through his hair and across his face, and he shook his head and pursed his lips in annoyance. "Fuck," he said and bit back a small sniffle. "Just fuck."

He sat down on my bed and groaned, closing his eyes and moving a hand through his hair and across his face. He didn't say a word while he did this, and I watched him without a word, not knowing what to do or what to say.

After a while of this tense silence, Drew sighed and shook his head while he pursed his lips into a thin line. "Well?" he asked after he had calmed down just a tad but didn't look at me, and I stared at him with a blank look on my face.

I raised an eyebrow in question while I studied him, pressing my lips into a thin line. "Well, what?" I asked. "What is it? What happened?"

He sighed and shook his head before he leaned back on my bed while he stared at me with a dark and pained look on his face. "Are you going to ask?" he asked and raised an eyebrow in question while he studied me.

I blinked and pressed my lips into a thin line, not saying a word while I stared at him.

Drew scowled and narrowed his eyes while he searched my face, and I could tell that he was getting annoyed for some reason. "Are you going to ask about what I had said?"

Were you going to ask me what I meant when I said that I lost everything until you showed up in my life..?

I grabbed my shirt tighter in my hands and set my jaw when that thought crossed my mind. "Do you want me to?" I asked and raised an eyebrow in question while I studied him.

Drew hesitated before he shook his head, grimacing. "No," he said, his voice barely above a whisper while his voice cracked from the pain and sadness that filled his voice. He cleared his throat and shifted on my bed. "I do not want you to ask."

"Hmph." I pursed my lips in annoyance and slowly nodded. "Then I am taking a fucking shower. Go ahead and grab a bag of your shit because you aren't staying here either."

I started to walk to my bathroom with him watching me, and I knew that he had a shocked look on his face because I did not ask him about what he was hiding.

"Uh... what?" he asked before I could get into the bathroom, and I took a deep breath and released it with a small huff. "What did you say?"

"I said for you to go ahead and pack a bag because you are not staying here either," I said and turned to look at him with a small scowl on my face. I narrowed my eyes and grabbed my shirt tighter in my hand. "Or is that a problem?" I raised an eyebrow in question while I studied him.

Drew blinked and blinked again. He hesitated before he cleared his throat and shook his head. "No," he said, his voice barely above a whisper before he cleared his throat a second time and licked his lips. "It's not a problem."

He stood before he took a hesitant step toward me, studying me with a small frown on his face. "But don't you want to know what I mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I set my jaw and narrowed my eyes, pressing my lips into a thin line. "I do, but I can tell that you are not ready to talk about this. Now, go ahead and pack a bag if you are staying with me."

Drew hesitated before he walked the rest of the way over to me. He didn't say a word and moved a hand through my hair before he rested his hand on my cheek.

I stared at him with a small frown on my face, but I placed my hand on his while I studied him, waiting for him to do whatever it was that he wanted to do.

He placed another kiss on my lips, and I kissed him back just as softly as he kissed me. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely a whisper and pressed another kiss. "I appreciate you, Chris. I hope you know that."

I didn't say a word and kissed him back before I pulled away from the male in front of me.

Drew bit back a small smile and tucked his head closer to his chest. "I will see you after your shower." He turned away and walked away from my room, leaving me speechless and wanting more than just a single kiss

Oh God, help me...