Andrew Garfield one-shots

NOT JUST A ONE NIGHT STAND- ANDREW GARFIELD

Andrew's pov

I panted as I fell back onto the mattress, my chest heaving up and down as I tried to catch my breath; I turned to my left and saw y/n facing the other way, "you okay?" I breathed out.

She turned to look at me and nodded, "yeah, you?"

I hummed in response.

I rested one of my arms over my stomach, the other slung across my pillow beneath my head.

I heard the sheets rustling beside me and looked over at y/n, who was getting up from the bed, the covers pooled at her waist.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I too, sat up on the bed.

She looked at me weirdly, "back to my apartment?" She questioned.

I frowned, "you're leaving? Already?" I couldn't keep the surprise out of my voice.

She looked at me weirdly, before shrugging, "why not? I figured you didn't want me to stay longer than necessary," she mumbled.

I shook my head, "absolutely not," I assured her, "I thought you'd stay the night to be honest."

"Oh," she mumbled, "sorry," she shrugged, "you know, most guys just care about the sex and then want you out of their house as soon as possible," she chuckled.

I shrugged, "well I'm not most guys."

I nudged her gently on the arm, making her look at me; I then opened my arms, inviting her to lay back down with me.

She looked hesitant, but laid down nonetheless, her head resting on my chest; I wrapped my arms around her back and trailed my fingers up and down her skin.

Doing so, I felt my fingers dip slightly into gentle creases that cut through her skin; they felt like scars under my fingertips.

She tensed at the contact and tried to move away, "are those scars?" I questioned gently.

She took my hand and moved it away, dropping it over her shoulder blade, then covering herself with a blanket.

"No," she shook her head, "stretch marks."

I furrowed my brows, "that deep?" I questioned.

She shrugged, "yeah, I know they're weird," she mumbled, "just don't look at them so you won't get grossed out."

I looked down at her, "I never said they were weird," I said calmly, "I've just never seen stretch marks that deep, and I won't look if you don't want me to, but just know that I wouldn't get grossed out," I clarified, trying to assure her as well, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you," I apologized.

She shook her head, "you didn't," she sighed, "I just thought you were about to make an ugly remark or something like that."

I furrowed my brows, "why would I do that?"