Mate

Chapter 12

Amelia's POV
"Good Goddess! mmmhh..."

Okay buddy, keep it down. We don't need our parents thinking something is going on back here.

If I had known he would react this way towards white chocolate cherry cookies I wouldn't have let him devour three already. 

Though his suggestive tone did stir something inside of me, I decide to ignore that horny side of me.

"I don't know about you but I'm adding some stuff to this." I suggest while I delve into the freezer, best I can in a dress, for the French Vanilla ice cream.

"Granted, it's probably way better when the cookies are still warm, the flavors will still go great together regardless." I try to reassure him while rambling.

"I mean what dessert doesn't go with ice cream right?" I say with my head buried in the freezer looking for the carton.

I hope I'm not flashing him. I don't feel a draft so I should be good.

Turning around and standing from my crouched position in front of the fridge I see Andrew, no longer sitting comfortably in the bar stool but standing, muscles tense and body ridged. His eyes are a darker color too and zeroed in on me. One hand being the only thing keeping him rooted to the countertop,  in a seemingly painful fist by the sight of his white knuckles. I felt the urge to take it in my two hands and unravel his grasp.

I subconsciously take a small step forward, wanting to know what was wrong so I could help.

"Andrew?" My voice comes out more timid and quiet than normal but seems to do the trick as his eyes shoot to mine and soften immediately.

"Hm?" Comes his dazed response. He seems disappointed in himself for some reason.

Is he mad I saw him pig out on cookies? Because that isn't a problem, I do the same exact thing.

"Did you want some ice cream?" Though that isn't the question I want to ask there's something telling me he doesn't want to talk about it, and I don't want him to be uncomfortable.

I start to make my way to the bar stools and put the plate of cookies and cartoon of ice cream in front of me. 

"Don't make me look fat, dig in." I joke and laugh as he sits in the stool next to me. I am on my fourth scoop already and don't want to be the only one eating cookies and ice cream.

I was only joking and am not as insecure in myself to not let myself indulge every now and then but I guess Andrew didn't catch that as I see his horrified expression.

"I did not mean to make you feel that way! I would never- You look great," this made me raise an eyebrow at him as if to say 'oh really?' "Not that I was looking or anything! I mean why would I?" My eyes narrowed but I was sporting an amused smirk. "What?! Why did I- I mean..." He continued to stumble over himself. Normally in a situation like this I would be a blushing mess but I found this side of Andrew amusing. Highly amusing.

But I decided to take mercy on him. "Just take the spoon, bro." I don't know where that nickname came from but friends call other friends bro right? He called me mate, I call him bro that's acceptable. That's a thing... Regardless, I play it off cool, even if I am heating up on the inside. I open his palm, place the spoon in his undeniably warm palm and then curled his large fingers around the scooper. All the while, containing eye contact.