Crossing Lines

TWENTY-THREE |

Tiffany was walking down the long hallway that lead from the elevator to her apartment door when she saw Andrew pacing in the small space his lips opening and closing but no words were coming out, his hands moving but he wasn't pointing or motioning toward anything and he shook his head every few seconds. 

"What are you doing here?" Tiffany asked in a tone that let him know she was sick of his shit already. Seeing him here just made her feel like her getting him out of jail and giving him a ride home was just another good deed that wasn't going to go unpunished and now she was going to live to regret it.

For the past twenty minutes Andrew was trying to figure out what to say to Tiffany when she finally did show up because he knew 'My wife thinks I fell in love with you so I'm here to figure that out' wasn't going to fly with Tiffany.

"Does she know that you found happiness in her? that you fell in love with her!"'

Leave it up to Vanessa to completely fuck with his head! Before she said that it hadn't even occurred to Andrew that he might be in love with Tiffany but it would make sense why he felt the way he felt when he was around her why she was always on his mind. If it wasn't love it was definitely something. Something he didn't know he wanted until he had it. Something he didn't know he'd miss until he lost it. She made him happy. Happiness wasn't all he found in Miss Tiffany Edwards either. In that woman Andrew found excitement, freedom, attention all the things Vanessa failed to give. But was it love?

"I wanted to talk to you."

Tiffany rolled her eyes pulling her keys out of her bag shaking her head. Not this again. "Go home."

"I understand if you are still angry-"

"Drew I'm not angry with you. My anger doesn't hurt you. it hurts me." That and she wasn't sure if she was ever truly angry with him in the first place. Yes she was hurt, sad and disappointed but Andrew Mccall deserved HELL for what he did and she didn't have it in her to give it to him, she barely lit a match under his ass. He got off easy and she let him.

"So if you're not angry why can't we-"

"You can take your ass back home and talk to your wife." It was never her intentions to entertain a married man or to step on another woman's toes despite the fact that Vanessa started the mess that became of their marriage Tiffany still never asked to be a part of it. Then again she never asked if he was married either. Maybe a part of her didn't want to know because she wanted him so badly.... Tiff wasn't proud of herself but still she wanted him right now. "Go home." She pushed past Drew and slid her key into the door turning the lock until she heard a click. "Don't come here again."

"I left her," Andrew spoke up.

She paused and turned around to look at him. Left her? Tiffany hated the fact that inside she was jumping for joy but she was glad that she at least still kept on her poker face. "Don't do that for me."

"I didn't. My decision to leave Vanessa had nothing to do with you. Too much damage was done. I left her because I couldn't trust her and even though she wouldn't say it I knew she couldn't trust me either."

"And what makes you think I will ever trust you? You used me to step up where Vanessa fell short. You kept the truth from me. Everything about us was built on a lie that was dressed up as a fantasy, it doesn't work in the real world and you know it."

"We don't know if it works until we try. Aren't you the least bit curious about this? what if we are meant to be and you're was choosing to ignore it?"

"I am choosing to use my brain Drew."

"And I'm choosing not to give up on us."

Tiffany looked Andrew up and down and sighed heavily. "Alright show em to me." She held her hand out.