Agape ➳ Tyler Hoechlin [2] ✔️

27 [interrupted]

ANDREA smiled as she fell onto her bed. Many of the cast members were sharing hotel rooms, but Colton had booked a little cabin closer to the beach for Tyler and Andrea.

When they questioned him on it, he just wiggled his eyebrows, and ran off. They decided not to question it.

"Can you believe we're going home tomorrow?"
Andrea complained, rolling onto her face while Tyler laughed, taking off his t-shirt.

"The days go too fast," he said, and Andrea lifted her head up, and Tyler stopped undressing, sending her an amused look.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," Andrea smirked, "I was enjoying the show."

Tyler scoffed, but smiled all the same as he walked over to Andrea, leaning down to give her a slow kiss. Those were the best. Don't get it wrong, Andrea was a sucker for ever other kiss, especially the neck ones, but these were a close second.

Andrea smiled as Tyler pulled away, keeping their faces in close range. She bit her lip, and Tyler groaned, and she pulled her face back.

"What is it?" Andrea asked, and Tyler smiled shyly.

"Don't... bite your lip," he said carefully.

"Why not?" Andrea asked.

"Just...don't?" He suggested, but Andrea raised her eyebrows and he sighed.

"It's.... It's just..... it's a major turn on, okay?!" Tyler said, covering his face with his hands, while Andrea tried so hard not to laugh.

"You do realise I bite my lip, like, 24/7?" Andrea said, and tried not to laughed as Tyler glared at her.

"Oh, I'm aware," he said, and Andrea moved forward on the bed, grabbing the loops on his shorts to pull him to the edge of the bed. He looked down at her, surprised.

She pushed herself up to kiss Tyler, and when she tried to, she couldn't reach him. He chuckled while she pouted, then Andrea's mind came up with a plan.

She leaned back on the bed, and she bit her lip. Tyler's smiled dropped, and an unreadable emotion filled his eyes.

"What's wrong Ty?" Andrea said innocently, and he send her a warning look, but she kept looking at him innocently. Tyler gave in, leaning over Andrea and kissing her, shifting his weight onto his arms, that were on either side of Andrea's head.

Her hands tried to grasp his shirt, and realised that he didn't have one on. Instead, she trailed her hands over his warm skin, and down to his six pack. Bless that six pack.

Using as much force as she could, Andrea pushed Tyler over, giggling at the look if surprise on his face as she straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him again. One of his hands rested on her waist, the other in her hair while one of Andreas hands was on his shoulder, the other in his hair.

Tyler sat up, Andrea still on his lap, and he began to trail kisses down her jaw line and down her neck, making Andrea groan at how slow he was going. She gave his head a push, trying to quicken his pace, and he chuckled against her neck, making her shiver.

"Patience," Tyler said, and Andrea groaned again.

"Screw that," Andrea said, pulling Tyler back up to her lips, kissing him hard. They pulled apart quickly when they heard someone clear their throat from the door way.