Cassandra
I step out of the office and see Crayvin leaning by the back door with his field equipment on and ready to go. His ocean eyes meet mine, he folds his arms over his chest, furrows his brow. I know he's being impatient, so I rush to my desk to grab my things.
Drew stands up behind me and places his hands on my waist while I try and ready myself. This action makes it a little difficult for me to strap on my duty belt and put my bulletproof vest on, but I'm not complaining. The contact feels nice.
"Everything okay with you?" His voice softly echoes through my ears. A small shiver runs up my spine when I nod, finally managing to button up my top over the vest.
"Then why are you shaking?" He asks.
I look down as my fingertips struggle to button the last two buttons. I didn't reali
