Earning Her Trust

Chapter 7

Lily

"I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met you, that much is true! But even then I knew I'd find a much better place either with or without you!" I sang loudly as I stirred the sauce in the pot.

"Don't, don't you want me?" Andy sang in a deep voice. I started giggling uncontrollably. It was just too much fun to be around him.

Andy pretended to be offended. "You don't want me?" He gasped, acting as if I had broken his heart. In response I simply kept laughing. I hadn't laughed this hard in such a long time. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and I was having a hard time breathing properly.

Suddenly Andy's arms were wrapped around me. "You really don't want me?" he asked, sounding hurt.

"Of course I do," I replied simply, surprised that he wasn't arrogant or cocky. Considering just how attractive he was, I was shocked that he didn't flaunt it or even seem to realize it.

A slow smile crept over his features. "I was hoping you would say that," he murmured. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then he kissed both cheeks until he made his way across my face to the corner of my lips. He teased me by kissing around my lips, refusing to do what I know he knew I wanted.

Putting my arms around his neck, I drawled, "Would you stop teasing me already? Just kiss me already!"

Needing no further instruction, his mouth was on mine. My last thought was, just how many girls did he need to kiss to become this good at it? Before I lost myself in the kiss and let him kiss me senseless. I felt electrified. His hands were everywhere - across my back, in my hair, up and down my arms. Finally his hands returned to my hair as he pulled me closer. Feeling bold, I placed my hands on his stomach and lifted his shirt just a little bit. As my hands touched his solid stomach, he suddenly pulled away, leaving me breathing raggedly.

"Lily, as much as I want to continue this, I'm way too tempted to go all the way right now and just ravish you on the kitchen table. Everything in me is telling me to do that," he breathed out.

"So why don't you?" I asked, trying to sound seductive but probably ending up as petulant.

He groaned, "Please don't tempt me like that. We are in the middle of burning our dinner and we have only been on one date. Just let me treat you like a lady for just a little bit more. Let me treat you right and then I promise you when you are ready and we have known each other for more than a day, then we can do whatever you want and we will both enjoy it," he murmured in my ear.

"Fine," I huffed, pretending to be angry when actually I was upset that he was so repulsed that he had to push me away. I couldn't believe it. According to Megan, all Andy wanted was to get in my pants. I offered myself to him, no strings attached, and he turned me down. Clearly I wasn't as attractive as his normal girls. I tried to play it off like it didn't bother me, but it honestly made me feel terrible about myself that he didn't want me.

I turned to go, to leave the kitchen a nurse my bruised ego in private. "Hey," he said quietly. "I want you more than anyone I've ever wanted in my entire life. And don't worry, we will get to that point, eventually. I just want to have a stable relationship first. I've never had a girlfriend before, but I want to do this right. I've only known you for a day, but you're already more important to me than any girl I've ever met. I can't describe this feeling to you but I promise you, what we are feeling is real. I think you are absolutely drop dead gorgeous and you never need to worry about whether I'm attracted to you or not. If anything, you should be worried about just how deeply I am attracted to you." He stroked my face as he said this.

"Do you really mean that?" I asked, unable to believe that he felt this strongly for me when we just met last night. He gave a strangled laugh. "Yes," he said, "I really mean that." He leaned down and softly kissed my forehead, then lightly brushed my lips with his. His eyes sparkled as they met mine.

He smirked as he said, "I think the spaghetti sauce is burning."

I jumped out of his arms and leaped towards the stove. I turned off the burner and scraped the sauce out of the pan. I reached over and poured the boiling water into the strainer in the sink.

When I plated the meal, it was amazing that it didn't look as burned as it really was. I smiled sheepishly at Andy and said, "I promise, I'm normally a very good cook!"

He laughed and said, "It's my fault for distracting you, I guess."

Typical Andy. Taking the blame for my mistake. Who am I kidding? Typical Andy? I've only known him a day and yet it feels like I've known him forever. I sighed. Just what have I gotten myself into? How on earth am I going to be able to get over him in a week or two when he grows bored of me?

Well, I might as well enjoy this while it lasts. "Dinner is served!" I announced.