My parents got home that same evening, but I decided not to tell them about all of the event that had passed. I was barely asked about it though, as they had a lot of stories to tell about their adventures in the big apple. All I told them was that I had a boyfriend, that his name was Andy and that he played in a band. Not much more was said between us, except for me mentioning that I would stay over at Andy's house for the weekend, which resulted in my dad holding a long speech about how promiscuity is bad. Despite the danger being over, Andy didn't want us to spend the night apart. Maybe it was because of him missing me in general, or maybe it was simply a practicality, since we were getting up for rock climbing the next morning. Either way, I got over at Andy's house about 7 p.m. and was greeted by Andy in a white button-up shirt. I guess we were doing something romantic.

"Hello beautiful." He said, leaning in to kiss me.

"Hi Andy." I said in response, returning the kiss.

"Guess what I have planned for us tonight?"

"I...I have no clue at all. Just tell me!"

"Close your eyes."

I let my eyelids rest and he put his hands infront of my eyes. He walked me to another room, and I was surprised by a pleasant smell.

"Now...open them!"

I was met by a small table, covered in red cloth with white, lit candles standing on top. Two white plates were also placed on the surface, with wine glasses and roses adding to it. I was overwhelmed by the romantic atmosphere and threw myself in Andy's arms, kissing him passionately.

"Do you like it?" He asked, laughingly.

"It is perfect. But why?"

"I guess...well, let's call it a "one month together and I love you"-dinner. I can't believe it's only been a month."

I sat down by the table and Andy brought forward a wine bottle.

"I know you don't drink...but we did have your first drink at the hotel so...may I interest milady with some wine?"

"Absolutely. You know I only drink with you."

He giggled as he poured me a glass.Throughout the night, one glass became many glasses, leading me to become rather lightheaded. My alcohol tolerance wasn't that high, I guess. I became quite happy, but started slurring a bit and controlling my muscles suddenly wasn't that easy.

"Wow. I'm so drunk." I said as I tried to stand up. I failed miserably and fell right to the floor, laughing.

"Really? Wow, your tolerance is not high."

"What do you mean? I had like four glasses!"

"Yeah. Exactly."

"Well, come on then. I'll carry you upstairs."

Andy grabbed me and lifted me up bridal style, carrying me upstairs. He placed me on the bed, kissing my forehead. I bit my lip, feeling like the luckiest woman on earth.

"Just wait here for a while, I just need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

I nodded and leaned my head back on the soft pillow. How could I be loved by such perfection? I turned over, so that I was lying on the side and felt something underneath me pushing into my back. Turning back over, I noticed what it was.

A black lace bra. And it wasn't mine.

I was left staring at the piece of clothing until Andy got back.

"Dude, what the fuck is this?"

"What the hell?"

Notes

Important! Please read!

This is likely the last chapter before I go abroad for about 3 weeks in total. During that time, I will be writing, but much more rarely. I will NOT update as often as usual, I have mentioned this in previous notes, but just want to make the message clear. I will try updating maybe twice or thrice a week, but don't expect that much.

Also, once again, thanks for reading and supporting the story!