Andrew POV
I felt his hand against my back and I'll admit it scared me. He didn't hate me? He wants me out of his room? Gently? He yanked his hand back though. What does that mean?
I turned to look at him. He was bright red with embarrassment. I smiled and bit my lip. His eyes flickered between mine and my lips.
I watched him lick his lips, mentally slap himself, and then proceed to awkwardly push past me towards the stairs. I watched him go down the stairs from my spot in the doorway.
I like him.
