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“Okay. I’ll just clean up a bit.”
Locking the bathroom, I slide Andrew’s boxers down my legs, followed by my pink lace underwear.
I was right. They’re damp. No. Shit. They’re soaked.
The bathroom is small and simple. It’s tiled from floor to ceiling and just has the basics—shower, toilet, a wall-mounted sink, and a small medicine cabinet above it. I find laundry soap and quickly wash my panties, hanging them to dry by the window beside the shower.
I put on my shorts. I never go commando ever, but maybe I should start bringing spare panties in my car from now on, especially if I’m going to be around Andrew.
3
ANDREW
Ifinish loading the dishwasher and lean on the kitchen counter. I fucked up but not one part of me regrets it. I think back to our little makeout session earlier and wonder how I can move past that. If I even want to.
God, her mouth tastes like sin. It took immense effort to pull back and let go. Now I’ve already crossed the line, there’s no going back. Paul is not going to approve. Hell, he’ll most likely beat me bloody, which he has no chance of pulling off unless I let him. I’m much bigger than Paul and I also spend more time at the gym, so no, he doesn’t have the capacity to outfight me… but I might just let him for Andrea. All for her.
Because there’s no way I’m letting her go. Not now. Not ever. That kiss didn’t satiate my hunger. Only intensified it.
With Andrea, I know without a shadow of a doubt that she’s meant to be mine. The same way I realized in one moment that I want to work as a doctor and save lives until I’m too old to do so, I know for a fact—down to my fucking marrow—that Andrea’s the one I’m spending the rest of my life with. This isn’t some one-week secret affair where we go our separate ways come Monday. She’s it for me. Forever. Until the day I stop breathing.
I can’t tell her that yet, though. Don’t want to scare her away. I need her to understand that her father might be my best friend, but I won’t back away from a fight to have her. Sorry, Paul. Not my fault I’m obsessed with Andrea.
“...A massive storm system will affect… this weekend… we’ll be getting lashed with torrential rain and strong winds. While the dominant precipitation type… travel delays… watch out for… difficult driving conditions and flooding possible… don’t leave your homes…”
Andrea is sitting in front of the TV, legs curled underneath her. The cable connection starts to falter, with the screen flickering intermittently. The picture and sound are interspersed with static or a black screen, making it difficult to fully understand what the weather reporter is saying.
We both get the gist of it, though. We’re trapped here. Just the two of us. Cut off from the outside world. My house is nestled along a pristine coastline and my neighbors are few and far between. That’s why I like it here. I can go out, run, or swim, and I won’t see curious neighbors asking me why I’m always alone.
Andrea gives up all hope of watching TV. Instead, she takes out her phone. I sit beside her and she turns to me. “Weather will get better by Sunday. I’m texting my dad to let him know.”
Let him know she’s staying here for two nights. So many things can happen in a couple of nights.
“Guess we’ll have to find something to occupy our time.”
Her eyes blaze with heat, and she bites her lips. I didn’t mean it to sound like that, but when life gives you lemons…
“I…I guess.”
Silence stretches and I’m too aware of her sitting just a few inches from me. The air between us feels charged, the atmosphere heavy. Our unspoken thoughts are weighing down the space, but it’s not the awkward kind where we desperately need to fill the silence with nonsense chatter.
I’m sure we’re both thinking of the same thing. I can tell by the way she lowers her eyes to the floor, the way she clutches the pillow tightly, and how her body looks flushed. She squirms in her seat, making me smirk.
I’m doing this to her. To this hot, beautiful, stunning girl. This girl who can have anyone she wants.
“Even with light rain, I can give you a tour of my mini property.”
She narrows her gaze, perhaps wondering if there are any more not-so-subtle insinuations. “Sure. I may need to borrow more of your clothes.”
My clothes. That’s right. She’ll be in my shirt and shorts. Lifetime souvenirs, reminders, that will end up in safekeeping, not the laundry. They’ll be stored away pristinely so I can pull them out whenever I want and smother my face in them, remembering her scent when she was pure, before she belonged to…me.
“There’s a private path outside and…”
Her phone vibrates, and from here I can see it’s Paul calling her. Again. Does he suddenly have a sixth sense or something? Can he smell my intentions all the way from where he is?
“Dad? Yes, we saw… I know… We were just talking about it… No winds anymore but we still have heavy rain on this side… Are you? Okay, just don’t drive… Yep… What? Why? Uhmm… Really? Okay, wait… I’ll ask him.”
Andrea covers the mouthpiece and whispers, “He wants to talk to you.”
