Dr. Will: what is my sunshine doing?
Andy: just watching some marvel movies
Dr. Will: why?
Andy: they're fun
Dr. Will: no they're not
Andy: then what is the definition of fun for you doctor?
Dr. Will: cardio thoracic surgery
Andy: LOLThen Noah texted her about your yyiiuiiy yettrewqwwrrty Yair yw oso sector es de me
Noah: which movie did you like better?
Andy: mmm I'll have to say, Spider-Man
Noah: why??
Andy: I love the romance in it
Noah: so you're a romance girl
Andy: well I am a girl yeah
Noah: haha
Noah: I'm gonna ask for something weird, don't think I'm a stalker or anything, but would you send me your address? I want to send you somethingI paused with his text. Emerson was still next to me on the couch and noticed my sudden reaction.
"What is it?" He asked
I handed him my phone in silence so he can watch the text from
Noah for himself
"No way" he said shooting his head. His reaction was serious.
"You're not giving your address to some stranger" he added coldly.
"He's not a stranger" I said in my defense
"How is he not a stranger? What do you know about him?" He asked
"I know that he works in programming security alarms and that he's into Star Wars and Marvel" I said, he was right I was crazy.
He nodded
"You know him deep" he said sarcastically.
"He seems like a nice guy" I said.
"Here's what your going to do" he said plotting.
"Just give him your address but instead of giving him you apartment number give him mine" he said.
"Just in case he wants to stalk you or kill you" he added.
"That's a good plan" I said.
"And if he sends you something I'll make sure to give it to you" he said.
"Thanks" I said.I gave Noah Emerson's address.
Noah: I'm going to send you something later in the afternoon
Andy: what are you going to send me?
Noah: it's a surpriseI smiled
"You really like this guy" Emerson affirmed as he looked at my smiling face.
"I do not" I said back, if he only knew that the one that I liked was just In front of me.
"You don't?" He said tensing his jaw and looking into my eyes
I shook my head, looking straight into his. Words couldn't come out because of the way that he was looking at me again.
A smile escaped his mouth and then he said.
"Then, who do you like?" He asked
"No one" I said lifting my shoulders,I was a really bad liar. My cheeks blushed and I turned my gaze the other way.
"No one?" He asked smiling
"Nope" I said pulling my lips together.
"Not that doctor your chatting with?" He asked
"Nope" I said
"And what about me?" He asked with a smirk
"What about you?" I said playing dumb
"Do you like me?" He asked directly
"Well, yeah I like you, we're good friends" I said.
"Friends?" He asked
"Yes friends" I affirmed a
"Alright then I like you too, friend" he said.I couldn't handle this conversation anymore, my cheeks were about to explode and my heart was literally coming out of my chest. I stood up nervously and started picking up the trash from the coffee table.
I was wearing a high rise sweatpants and a crop top that matched, my small waist was exposed to him as I was picking up the snacks. He was seating on the couch just behind me and my back was to him.
Then I felt his hand softly caressing my exposed waist, I paused, what was he doing?. I tried to pass some saliva but I couldn't. He was still rubbing slowly my waist and then he inserted his hand into my back.
I turned my head back to him, without breath.
He was looking at me with those desiring eyes.
"Sorry you had some popcorn sticked there" he said almost with no voice.But it didn't felt like he was taking them off, it felt like he was caressing me.
With his touch I felt my whole body tremble, craving him.
An image in my head of me sitting on his lap with my legs open and kissing him with no mercy was torturing me as I took the leftovers to the trash can in the kitchen. I wasn't walking I was flying.

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