𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐄𝐘
For the past five years, I've managed to avoid him. I've managed to forget about him and move on from him. Mostly. Alex Lancaster and I have history, but nothing will ever change between us.
At least until he shows up at my dad's work...
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Though I've tried icing him out, he continues to try to win me over. He really wants me to like him, doesn't he?
For the last few weeks, Andrew has been giving me gifts and trying to spend as much time with me as he possibly can, giving me 'tips' for shooting. Even offering to watch Delilah.
He's trying to prove that he's not like who he was back in high school, and I'm starting to believe it. Maybe Andrew is just what I need. Maybe he's how I move on from Alex. Of course, I could never forget Alex. Not when his daughter is the spitting image of him and she knows he's her dad despite only meeting him once.
He'll always haunt me, but I won't let him control my life anymore.
"Let me take you to dinner." Andrew says, sliding up beside me with the glasses and headphones on. I have my glasses on, but I chose not to wear my headphones.
"Not holding back, I see." I state, lifting the gun and aiming at the cardboard.
"I know you don't believe that I'm different, but you should at least learn. So let me take you dinner." I fire.
But in the gunshot, I can hear the echo of Alex's voice six years ago. "Then let me learn."
Setting the gun down, I turn to him and give him a smile. "Fine. But I'm not going out." His brows furrow. "You and I are going to be dining with my five- almost six-year old."
"Really?" He raises his brows.
"Yeah." I shrug. "If you're up for it."
"Yeah." He stands up straighter. "Yeah. Sure."
"Good." I smile. "I'll text you my address. Be there at seven." Then I walk away, a smile still on my lips even as I get in my car.
But then that one dinner turns into multiple. And those multiple dinners eventually turn into everyday things. But we don't stop. Not even as we manage to make it to my bedroom, Delilah long since gone to bed.
With Andy, it's just sex. Nothing more, nothing less.
I don't love Andy, but I do like him. Or, at least I think I do. I've never known what it was like to like someone outside of Alex. It's always been Alex. I thought it was always going to be Alex.
Oh, how wrong I was.
With Andy, it's only touch. He doesn't understand my body. He doesn't know what gets me going or what pushes me to my breaking point. Just like I don't know him. I don't know his interests, or what gets him in the mood.
But it's not until after, when I'm redressing myself in my own clothes, that I remember how much I hated casual sex. Still hate. All it is is pleasure. And most of the time, it's not even yours. The guy is more likely to come rather than the girl.
Doesn't matter. I can still be with Andy. We just won't have sex. It'll be everything but sex. Simple enough.
I don't want to become just a fuck buddy. And especially if I'm just a pussy for him to stick his cock into.
