C17 CHAPTER 17

“Six,” I murmur when the credits roll. “You asleep?” No answer. Eddie Carlton hogs half of the sectional. I can’t be annoyed, because he’s the reason Emily’s breath warms my chest through my undershirt, that her hand’s wrapped around my wrist, that her legs are curled over mine. I stop the movie and scoop her up, blanket and all, and carry her did the right thing by protecting her