Misty was gone on her trip now. I was such a mess, but Andy stayed with me. Frequenting seeing his mother in the hospital. I had a lot of time alone to think. Everything felt better, I didn’t have anything to worry about. I got all the shitty people from my life. The only thing that floated in my head was Andy. The everyday growing hope he’d remember.
I waited up for him, he’s at the hospital. It was around eleven now. I was nearly fallen asleep on the couch when I heard the doorknob jiggling. The door opened, Andy stepped in.

“Hey” he half smiled, he looked tired

“Hey” I got up and pecked his lips

“How’s your mom?” I asked

“She’s getting better” he said

“That’s good” I said

He nodded his head

“You didn’t have to wait up for me, you look tired” he smiled

“I’m not tired” I replied

He laughed a bit and went to my bedroom. I got in the bed and waited for him to climb under the covers. He pulled his shirt off and slipped off his pants. that’s his Pj’s boxers, nothing else. But he didn’t stop there, he slipped off his boxers. I stared, he smiled at me. Oh jeez, it’s getting hot in here. He kicked them off from his ankles and walked around the bed. I just kept staring. He flicked on the bathroom light. I had a full view of his butt.

“Wh-what are you d-doing?” My voice shook in my throat

He turned slightly.

“Taking a shower” he smirked and winked at me. He closed the door behind him.

A moment later I heard the water running. I immediately flung myself out of the bed. I pulled my shirt off and opened the door. The steam hit my skin. I hurriedly slipped my pants and underwear off. Last was my bra which I tossed to the floor. I approached the shower curtain, I slowly peeled it back. Andy stood under the shower head, his eyes closed facing away from me. I bit my lip. I want this. I want him. I can do this. I stepped in the shower closing the curtain. Andy was still under the shower head, he leaned back opening his mouth, he spit the water out.
I bit my lip stepping close to him. He turned around, facing me now. His eyes still closed, he tilted his head back running his fingers through his hair. I stepped close to him, my body nearly against his. I felt a bit of the water spatter off of Andy. While Andy was still running his hands through his hair, I leaned into his neck. I lightly kissed it. I suddenly felt Andy’s wet hands on my hips. I pulled away. He was staring into my eyes. My hands came up to his face, I pulled him into me. He kissed my lips, forcing softly. I opened my mouth slightly, he tongue slid into my mouth. Our tongues danced with each other. Andy turned me, so I was under the running water now.
His mouth left mine and trailed to my jaw and down my neck. His hands explored my entire body. My breathing was uneven now. His hand reached behind me and turned off the shower. I opened the curtain. Our lips never parted. We trailed out of the bathroom to my bed. I leaned and Andy fell backwards. I climbed on top of him. I trailed kisses all the way down his neck and chest. I even nibbled. His breathing changed. He scooted to the center of the bed. He flipped me over so he was on top. He held my hands above my head. He pecked my lips and pulled away quickly. Teasing me. I bit my lips wanting more. He pinned one of my arms to my side, he leaned into my neck slightly nibbling.

“Ready?” he breathed into my ear

“Yes…please” I begged

He squeezed my hands.
And the rest is our little secret….