Chapter six – ConfirmationPulling my white tee over my head I rushed to the front door, almost tripping over my own flats. Cursing under my breath I opened the door, revealing a confused Brandon.
"You okay there, Em?"
"No." I kicked my flats aside and walked into the living room, "I almost broke my neck by tripping over my own freaking shoes."
Brandon followed after me, taking a seat on the couch while he shrugged off his jacket. Throwing at aside he shifted his gaze to me, "We need to talk."
I was standing across him, awkwardly, feeling like this conversation was going to drain all my energy I took a seat next to him, shifting so I could look him in the eyes.
"I figured that much. So where do you want to start?"
"Nick." Brandon threw back at me like it was the most obvious thing in
