Dangerous Love(BOOK1)

14.

It was very strange. That feeling I got when he said those last words, "And I can see it hurting you."

Its like, I felt a strong relief. Something very large raised up from my shoulders. I gasp for breath and step away. Only to reviece a very worried look from Andrew.

"Im okay, Im okay. That was just weird. Nobody has ever told me that before." I say and shake away the thoughts.

"Are you sure?" again he grasps my hand softly, but tight enough to where I couldnt move it away.

I nod and smile while looking at the ground. He steps very close, so when I look up I have to refocus my eyes. I try to step back but his other hand is pressing the small of my back, holding me in place.

My heart begins to race and I feel the familiar intimidation that Andrew brought. He looked into my eyes deeply, and I cant look away. He was doing something strange, its like.. He was looking into my soul.

"Kris." he whispers, never breaking eye contact and his hand touches my cheek sweetly.

I try to respond, but a strangled squeek comes out instead. He smirks and steps away from me. It wasnt until we lost all contact that I realized I had stopped breathing.

He returns to the food as if nothing happened and begins to dish it up onto medium sized plates. I watch him carefully as I stand frozen in place. He keeps a cool posture and his face is neutral, focusing on the spaghetti.

I have the strangest feeling in my chest. My heart is beating at strange paces, pulsating in abnormal beats. That doesnt even explain it, but the feeling frightened me. He places the two plates at the table next to eachother and pulls out my seat. He looks up at me and chuckles.

"Youre just going to stand there all night? Arent you hungry?" He says.

I just stare at him in disbelief. Is he really not feeling these odd feeling. Like somethings going to happen; something bad.

I bring myself back to reality and walk over to the seat with a smile on my face. I sit down and he pushes me closer to the table, before sitting next to me.

"I do hope this is good enough. Im sure you'll love it." he says to me with a smile.

"Im sure I will."

××

We finished dinner, and it was honestly one of the best spaghetti recipes I've ever had. And I come from a strong line of Italians.

Of course, Andy was satisfied with my responce to his cooking.

We were in the middle of watching a movie called The Devils Rejects. It was very crazy and has this scary ass clown but it was very interesting.

Unfortunately, I couldnt focus on the movie at all. Why? Because Andrew has his hand resting right on my thigh. My skin was burning where his palm and fingers lay. I felt like it was on fire. The butterflies in my stomach are doing their thing, making my stomach do flips. My heart is racing at incredible speeds. Im taking very small breaths.

What the fuck is happening to me?!

"Are you okay?" I hear his soft voice.

I look at him and his face is very close to mine. His eyes staring into mine, his lips inches from mine.

"What?" I ask.

"You've been staring at my hand for about 5 minutes." he says as he pulls his hand away.

"No-" I say quickly as I grab his hand, placing it back.

I stop once I realize what I just did. I look back at him and try to speak but nothing comes out once again. Until I finally grow the courage.

"Sorry.. I just-"

"You dont have to explain Kris, youre perfectly fine." he smiles sweetly.

My heart melts and I cant help but smile back. He turns his attention back to the movie, and his focus is gone. But I'm still looking at him. At his sharp jawbone. His long eyelashes that surround his beautiful green eyes perfectly. His dark brown hair falling perfectly into place. He was like a god, so exquisite.

So beautiful.

××

When the movie ended we werent even paying attention to it anymore. We were just talking about anything and everything. I love talking to him. Well, I love listening to him.

But it was almost midnight and honestly, I was very tired. It was taking a lot out of me to stay awake. Im not sure if he noticed..