When people say you never know what you have until it's gone, they really do mean it. For Andy Edwards, she's been through enough in her lifetime to know that she can't always get what she wants. Life just keeps throwing her curveballs and there are...
I stretched and yawned, still completely exhausted. The room was chilly enough to cause goosebumps to form on my bare arms. I wiped under my eyes, knowing I probably looked like hell. I noticed I never managed to get into any pajamas last night and smiled once I looked over at the man next to me. His head was resting on the pillow we had shared; he looked so peaceful when he slept. His arm was lying across my waist tightly, holding me in place. I could tell it was late morning, the sun was bright as ever.
"It's too early." Elliot mumbled next to me, his voice raspy as ever.
I smiled, "Good morning to you, too. I like your morning voice." His eyes stayed closed but his lips turned up into a smile. His hand that was resting on my hip moved up to my face and he caressed my cheek softly.
"We should have sex more often, you're a much better morning person the next day." He said, jokingly. I slapped his chest which only caused him to laugh and pull me closer to him. He was a heating pad; his body always seemed to be so hot.
I had to admit, sex with Elliot had been mind blowing to say the least. Never in my entire life have I had sex that could take my breath away. With Elliot, he did just that. He could do anything and everything and surely was an expert at all of it. I had been with many men, but no one seemed to top Elliot on the list; he was definitely the best. His hands could be soft yet rough, his tongue knew exactly what to do, he knew what to say; he was the whole package all wrapped up into one. I was definitely a lucky girl. I was okay with the decision I had made, I felt happy and I hadn't been that happy in such a long time.
"I need coffee," I sighed and sat up, holding the comforter to my body. I sat at the end of the bed, searching for my panties. "What did you do with my-"
"I don't think you'll want to wear them, I might have ripped them." He gave me an innocent smile but I knew better.
"You brute." I shook my head and stood up, taking the comforter with me.
"Andy, I have seen you naked, you know." Elliot laughed as I looked back at him, admiring him. The sheet was barely covering him; his chest was bare and beautiful.
"I don't want you to see any of my wobbly bits." I said, quoting my favorite movie. The Bridget Jones movies were best movies made and if Elliot didn't know it, I couldn't dare sleep with him again. I wasn't even sure I could talk to him if he didn't know it.
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He sat up on his elbow, "I happen to have a very high regard for your wobbly bits. I think it's high time we had another look." I couldn't express how happy I was at that moment. I giggled and jumped back in the bed, sitting above Elliot.
"I can't even begin to describe how proud I am of you right now." I smiled and placed a kiss to his lips. He placed his hands on my hips, squeezing ever so often.
