Dangerous Love(BOOK1)

21.

After a couple hours the night ended, and I decided to leave with Andrew. Luckily, I was able to hold him steady long enough to keep his distance from VeraLynn. She tried pretty hard though. Calling him gorgeous, fluttering her eyelashes, twirling her hair, giggling at everything he said. I was surprised when Andrew told her to stop flirting with him but that ended the night. So I wasnt going to complain.

I was pretty intoxicated by the time I left the club, but I was still pretty level headed. Or so I thought until we got to Andrews house. When I got out of the car, it was like the someone was wobbling the ground underneath me. Or my head became 10x heavier in the last 20 minutes and I couldnt hold it up.

Thankfully, I was quickly rescued from the wobbling floor and my heavy skull. A pair of gentle strong arms wrap around me, and my head automatically falls onto a soft but firm surface. I look a little to the right and see Andrews beautiful god like face mere centimeters from mine.

"Are you hungry?" He asks with one raised brow.

I nod and smile, "I want ice cream."

He chuckles as he guides me inside his house. He keeps his arm around me until we get into the kitchen, where he helps me sit on a stool. He instructed me to lean on the counter so I dont fall. My body registered what he said before my brian did and my head falls into my arms. Everything goes dark from having my face in this tiny space between the table and my arms. I see nothing, but I hear everything.

The clanking of the dishes, and the freezer opening and closing. Drawers opening then closing. Suddenly, silence takes over but my body is refusing to move. After a couple minutes of more silence, I hear a soft clank and feel a cool hand on mine. My head lifts easily and I stare at the god standing before me.

Nothing was said for a moment. For some reason, we just sat and stared at eachother. His sharp eyes staring past my pupils into my soul. Deep into my soul.

"Uh- Its just vanilla. I hope you dont mind the plainness.." he says softly, never breaking eye contact.

"Vanilla is my favorite." I lied.

Vanilla is not my favorite. It was actually my least favorite ice cream in the world. But with Andrew, it was so delicious. Each bite had me wondering how sweet his kiss would taste right now. How cold and soft would it be?

When I finish, I try my to get towards the sink. I finally fet there and rinse out the left over residue from the melted ice cream. The cold water running on my hands filled my sences with bliss. I didnt even notice my eyes were closed.

Until I felt large hands on my hips, and a big presence behind me. Warm breath blowing gently down my neck. My eyes open slowly, but I just look straight ahead of me. Suddenly feeling warmth pressing to my back as our bodies touch.

"Andrew." I whisper.

He turns me around to face him, my lower back leaning against the counter. Our faces so close. His hand rises and presses to my cheek while the other stays rested on my hip. Our eyes watch eachother, we dont even blink.

It felt like 10 minutes, but it was only seconds before it happened. The thing I've been secrerly craving most. What I dreamt about during the night.