Rebecca interrupts again as she makes a left turn onto our street. “What’d he say?”
“He just said he wants to talk.”
Rebecca stares me down. “That’s all he said?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well then, what else did he say?” she prods.
“Nothing!”
Her lips form a straight line. “Fine, but you have to promise to fill me in on everything else.”
I shake my head at her, but I’m smiling as I do it. “Alright, I promise. You know I can’t keep things from you anyway.”
“You didn’t tell me what happened last night,”she reminds me.
“I wouldn’t call waiting twenty minutes while we make pancakes keeping things from you.” I scoff.
When we pull into the driveway, I notice Andrew sitting on the porch steps.Is he waiting for me?Suddenly I feel nervous.Should I be nervous? Oh God. What if he thinks this was all just a mistake? What if he wants to take back the things he said and did? Oh, I don’t think my heart could take it.
Andrew smiles and waves from the porch as the two of us get out of the car. I immediately feel my nervousness begin to subside.Maybe everything will be okay.
His dimple begins to show on his right cheek as he continues smiling at me. “Mom’s pretty pissed you haven’t started packing yet, Rebecca. If I were you, I’d get it done now before she gets home.” Andrew warns with urgency. “I can keep Emma company for a little bit. I promise” he adds, giving Rebecca a look that I know is twin code for something. It’s probablyplease leave us alonebecause she tilts her head in his direction as if to concede but rolls her eyes while doing it.
I laugh under my breath as I watch the two wordlessly interact. It’s kind of fun to be wanted so much by both of them.
Rebecca hustles inside with the baking supplies as Andrew places one of his hands on my lower back, setting that singular spot, and in turn my entire spine, aflame.
He leans in to whisper in my ear. “I was hoping to talk a little about last night. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I blush. Out of context, it might sound like more happened than we did last night. Even so, a lotdidhappen. I feel like the whole course of our relationship is going to take a turn at this point.
We walk around the house, heading down toward the beach. The shore can easily be followed for a solid mile before the cliffs briefly interrupt the rocky water’s edge, but that should be plenty long enough for us to discuss everything.
We take a few steps in silence, and I look to him forguidance. He’s the one who texted me he wanted to talk, so he should be the one to start our conversation.
I watch him swallow as if he’s gathering courage, and the nerves from earlier quickly rush back. I catch myself gulping too.
He finally turns to me, carefully taking in my facial features, trying to read me. He smiles softly. “I just wanted to talk about last night and make sure we are on the same page before I get my hopes up.”
I nod, eyes wide, anticipation buzzing around inside of me like a fly stuck in the house. “Okay, what page are you on?” I ask cautiously.
He smirks. “I think it’s pretty obvious what page I’m on, but I don’t want to be misreading you too.”
I sigh. “I don’t think you misread anything. I had a lot of fun last night. My only regret is not having more time with you this morning.”
He stops abruptly and turns to me. I wince, instantly regretting my words.Oh my gosh! I literally stopped him in his tracks. How did I manage to read him so wrong?My stomach cartwheels.
Then he’s moving toward me, sweeping a finger along the curve of my jaw and to my chin. He tilts my face up toward him as he softly says, “Me too. There’s something I wanted to do.”
Here comes the tingling again. I can’t even breathe as I watch him carefully, waiting for what I think, and hope is going to happen.
He leans in, and my heart is pounding a million miles per minute. I’ve lost all control of my body.
I close my eyes as he gets closer and begin leaning in too. I feel his warm breath brush across my lips just before we are interrupted yet again by the ringing of a phone. Andrew stops, leaning his forehead against mine.
He sighs in defeat and mutters under his breath, “Damn it!”
