I love him

"shit," Drake cursed beneath his breath, getting dressed as fast as he could, "I'm sorry, Lynn, but I need you too..."

I didn't want him to say the last word, after what we had just done, I didn't want to hear it. I understood, I thought and held up my hand to stop him.

"I get it. I will go." I did a quick look around to make sure I wasn't leaving and then went toward the door.

He rushed up behind me, holding the door open for me as we left his bedroom and headed down the stairs. The bands were louder and the visitor was still persistently ringing the door bell.

"Drake, let me in!!!"

I wanted to ask him who was at the door but I knew it wasn't my business. Heading toward the front door to leave, Drake grabbed my arm and hauled me in the opposite direction, passing an untouched bottle of whiskey on the counter.

"Back door. I don't want her to see you. There's a gate between our backyards." He swung open the patio door and I couldn't help but feel the impatience of my departure from hi