Page 79 of All Our Almosts

Andy’s eyes crack open, with an expression that’s half dream and half awake. “Good morning.”

My smile bursts out of me. “Good morning.”

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, brushing a piece of hair from my face.

“Amazing.” My hand trails from his jaw down to his shoulder, ultimately resting against his chest. He feels warm and strong and I’ve never felt safer than I do lying here wrapped up in him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Amazing,” he replies, then dips his head to kiss me softly.

I pull back half-heartedly. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care,” he says as he brings my lips back to his. The kiss deepens until he starts to move down my neck, then farther, pulling the sheet back to cherish every curve and freckle I’ve ever questioned on myself with his lips and tongue.

A prickle of shyness emerges in the back of my mind, watching him slowly move down my body in the warm light of day. But Andy’s touch is worshipful, and I can’t help but give in to it. He makes me feel beautiful and powerful and infinite and so turned on I can barely see straight.

When his kisses reach my stomach, he looks up at me with heady desire in his eyes.

“Can I taste you?”

I feel the tension thrumming in my core.

“Andy, I—”

“I won’t if you don’t want me to. But God, Soph, I want to.”

Every nerve in my body begs me to say yes, but even so I find myself stammering “I… I…”

Andy immediately shifts back up my body, catching my lips with his. “We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. I do. I just… I’ve never done that before.”

Andy’s gaze goes blank, like his brain is buffering too slowly to respond. Flickers of emotion pass behind his eyes—confusion, realization, disbelief—until he says, “Sophie, are you telling me that none of your exes ever… Elliot never…?”

I shake my head.

“Or Adrian…?”

“Nope.”

“Holy shit… I knew I hated those guys.”

I laugh, and his shock is the perfect antidote to my nerves. “Andy, are you going to talk about my exes all morning or are you going to eat me out?”

He laughs too, but it’s a raw, almost desperate sound. He drags his teeth over his lip. “You’re sure you want to?”

Now that the idea is in my head, I can’t think of anything else. “Yes.”

He kisses me deeply, then starts to move down my body again, savoring every taste. When he reaches his destination, he pauses to look back up at me again—a final confirmation. Then, with a burning fire in his half-lidded eyes, he slowly lowers his mouth to me—just as a frantic pounding starts sounding at the front door.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Sophie! Andy! Are you home?”

Lia’s voice is shrill and shrieking and I swear to God I’m never speaking to her again after this.

Andy, however, seems like he hasn’t even noticed. His fingers press into the soft flesh of my thighs as his tongue moves over me, once, twice, and lord it feels so unbelievably good that I, too, have almost forgotten about Lia until her demonic fist pounds on the door again.

“Sophie! You better let me in right now! I’m not joking!”