~Emily’s POV~
I was Videochatting with Andy hours after he got home when the drinking started.

“You’re lit!” I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

“Wait.” He turned the music down and looked me in the webcam-eye. “Did you just say ‘lit’?” He folded his arms, raised one eyebrow and stiffened his jaw.

“Nope.” I lied and continued outlining my sketch with a 2B pencil.

“Aweh, does it bother you?” He started messing with the angle of the webcam to annoy me.

I looked up from my drawing and smiled. “Can you not?”

He stopped moving the cam and stood up, leaving his abs in view as he raised the lower edge of his shirt. I inhaled quickly and bit my lip as he took his shirt off and threw it to the side. “Andy.” I said breathlessly. “How much did you drink?” I tried to sound concerned.

“Emily.” He mocked and sat back down, running his fingers through his hair. He bit his bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, pinning it below his teeth and slowly released it while staring at me. His pout was deep red and wet. “How much do you THINK I drank?” He teased.

“Uh.” I sat up, trying to make myself into concerned authoritative Emily. “I think you’re cut off.”

He raised his eyebrows and resumed the lip biting. “Challenge accepted.” He took a shot of something clear from a small glass in front of him and smiled widely. “Oh no! I think I dribbled some on my chin.” His voice went higher and he leaned toward to the webcam as though checking his face. He slowly dragged a hand across his cheek and down his chin, dipping a finger into his mouth and suckling at it. He leaned back and winked at me.

I was speechless.

“Did I get it?” He stopped sucking his finger and pressed his hand to his chest.

“Uh huh.” Was all I could say. I stared blankly at my drawing but continued watching him from the edge of my vision as he lowered his hand down his chest and stood up. He began playing a song which he then started dancing to. By the time he slowly dragged his hands down his torso and rested them on his hips I was full on staring in awe at him. He leaned forward and looked at me with a smirk. “Is it hot in there?” He asked.

“Um. No, why?” I shrugged.

“Your face is pretty red.” He bit his lip and lowered his voice. The song changed, he turned the music up and stepped away from the screen. He danced to a few songs in the distance, throwing his arms in the air and slowly caressing his muscle, down his torso, touching around his chest and flipping his hair and chuckling.

When the dancing and flirting stopped hours later we went to bed with our phones propped on a pillow next to us. We’d both began to drift in and out of sleep.

I awoke to a high pitched, drawn out “Emmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” and saw his smiling sideways face.

“Yes Andy.” I giggled.

“You mean the world to me.” He said.

“I know.” I sighed.

“And I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” I smiled.

“I’m sorry I left.” He whispered.

“You did what you had to do.” I shrugged.

“I wish I was there.” His finger traced the outline of his phone screen.

“I wish you were too.” I sighed again.

“I’d hold you close.” He began.

“Big spoon or little spoon?” I interrupted.

“Big spoon.” He laughed. “How could I hold you as little spoon?”

“Right.” I nodded.

“I’d hug you tight and never let go.” He smiled, his eyes closing.

“I’d love that.” I sighed, my eyes closing. I listened to his soft breathing coming from the phone next to me and fell asleep imagining his arms embracing me as the heat from his body engulfed me and falling asleep safe in his arms.

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