It was infuriating. Andrew knew you’d bring your boyfriend along to the little get together. He’s had to watch your boyfriend sit with his arm around you for an hour and a half. It’s been borderline torture.

Andrew respected that you wanted to keep your relationship with him a secret, given that you literally had a boyfriend. But, recently, Andrew has been wanted to keep you to himself.

He wants to be your lover. The one you wake up to in the morning, the one who makes you breakfast in bed, the one who’ll spoil you rotten like you’re some sort of divine being.

People started to get hungry due to the fact that it’s around lunchtime. So, when someone proposed the idea of grabbing food, everyone started getting their shoes on.

Andrew had to hold back a sigh of relief when your boyfriend offered to tag along, because you and Andrew were staying back.

As soon as everyone else left as the door thumped shut, Andrew practically pounced on you, his arms wrapped around your torso with his face simultaneously buried in the crook of your neck. Almost like he was trying to savour the very essence of your existence.

“I think they’re going to that pizza place on Main. Soooo, that gives us about an hour…” Andrew mutters, his voice bordering suggestive but leaving room up for interpretation.