Andrew’s gaze hardened into a hostile glare as he watched you sitting on his couch in his living room as if you had every right to be there. He had a feeling that you had found a way past his security system somehow, thinking how sneeringly crazy you were. He forced himself to remain calm and keep his temper in check as he walked to you.

He looked down at you with a low voice loud enough for only you to hear. “What the fu—k are you doing in my place ? You missin’ my di—k or something ?”