Your POV

I recently got into a fight with a girl. Now I’m in Andrew’s bedroom, sitting in his lap, as he cares for my bruised knuckles. I also have small cut on my left cheek and a bleeding lip.

“Why are you helping me, Andrew?” I ask. “Because I care for you.” He responds with no hesitation. Well, that was a first.

“So, who won?” He asks. I laugh. “I did. She ran off crying with a black eye and bleeding face.” I say. “Good job.” He says with a smirk. He then goes to the cut on my cheek. I look at him as he cares for it.

Why does he look so good right now? He’s wearing a black compression shirt and gray sweats and smells heavenly. I hate to admit it, but he’s really effecting me. “I want you right now.” Damn it, my intrusive thoughts won.

He meets my eyes suddenly. “Really? Right now?” I nod. “Yeah..” Suddenly his lips crash onto mine. It hurts my injured lip a little, but a good kind of pain.

I kiss him back, straddling him. His large, veiny hands slide down my body and land on my ass.

Hey, I got what I wanted, right?