~~Bree’s PoV~~
While Drew was away, I did a survey of the motel room to see if there was anything that might be of use to us. Right now, all we had was Drew’s phone and the clothes he’d managed to get for us, which wasn’t a lot to work with. My search didn’t yield much either, but among the things I did find are a spoon and a mug and a small towel, which are going to have to suffice to help me get the glass out of Drew’s back now.
“Lie down on the bed, on your stomach,” I suggest, keeping a respectful distance. The hug I gave him a moment ago seemed to make him uncomfortable, and I don’t want to overstep.
Drew removes his shoes and follows my instructions, lying face-down on the bed, his arms beneath his head, his real hand covering the bionic one.
Staring down at his firm, muscled
