To the moon and back

He's really just a CIA agent

OKAY I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THE CHAPTER ISN'T SHOWING UP FOR SOME PEOPLE BUT IM GONNA REUPLOAD IT SORRY GUYS :) HERE WE GO

S.O.T.D.: DEAR NO ONE BY TORI KELLY

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That night, I stayed over at the guys' place because I really didn't feel like walking home. Actually, I didn't feel like making Andrew walk me home just so he could walk right back home again, it seemed tiresome but that was the thing about him; he always did it. He didn't care if it was 4am and he was half way delusional due to lack of sleep, he would walk me home even if it meant him part way crawling and the more I argued against him doing it, the more he stood his ground.

"G'morning" I heard his deep murmur in my ear the next morning and rolled over to find his bright eyes watching me.

"Hey" I grinned as he placed a hand on my waist and grinned.

"I could be totally romantic and tell you how beautiful you look first thing in the morning..." He paused and took a deep breath, rolling his eyes, "Or I could tell you that your breath smells rank, instead. I choose that one"

I gasped and slapped his chest, pushing him away from me as I cupped my hands over my face and smelt my breath, "You act like you don't get morning breath!"

He tried to pull me back into his arms with a loud laugh, "That's because I don't get morning breath"

I sat up and folded my arms over my chest, "You're a liar"

I tried to think back to every single time I had woken up next to Andrew Gold and realized I could actually not recall a time where I actively smelt his breath.

"I'm being honest" he threw the blankets off his body and went straight to his desk, turning on his iMac. I marveled at how hot he looked with his dishelved hair but pushed that away as a thought came to mind.

"Breath on me" I jumped out of the bed and placed my hands on my hips. I could already imagine the way his eyebrows were about to furrow and the way he would purse his lips.

"You want me to breath on you?"

"I'm not speaking french, am I?" standing behind his chair, I turned him around and knelt in front of him, "Alright, hit me"

He looked down at me and rubbed his jaw, where stubble was beginning to appear, "If anyone walked in right now this would look really weird"

"Well I don't give a shit, now do I?" I snapped rolling my eyes and bracing my hands on his torso, "Breath on me"

His eyebrows rose with the force in which I said it and he sighed loudly, "You really want me to do this?"

"For a genius, you don't seem to understand simple English" I gave him a glare and patted his stomach, "Do it"

"Whatever you say"

And so Andrew breathed on me...and I almost died.

"YOUR BREATH DOESN'T SMELL LIKE ASS!" I shrieked jumping away from him as if he had a contagious disease, "WHAT IS THIS?"

"I didn't know having breath that smelt like ass was a requirement. I'm sorry" He said sarcastically, bright eyes laughing at me.

My eyes bulged and I stared at him in amazement, "Are you even human?"

"Of course not, babe" He said with a smirk, "I'm Andrew Gold...you're dating a god"

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"Did you know Andrew doesn't get morning breath?"

Chandler and Ethan both turned to stare at me from the kitchen as I yelled this and they gave each other a look.

"You'd think she would know this by now" Ethan murmured shaking his head.