Before we got too heated in the living room, we both gently pulled away. Andy was anything I could ever ask for and more, and in this moment I realized I was the same thing to Andy. As our mouths danced together, I felt how honest all those words he had said were. I grabbed onto the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. “Where to?” he unfolded he long legs from the couch, and as we took a step to the bedroom he said, “Ah.
Come on,” I hopped off the couch, grabbing onto his hand. You’re really looking to get some tonight, aren’t you?” “Thank you,"I said, tracing my fingers along his jawline. He looked down at me, causing me to look up and witness the most serious look I think Andy has ever given anyone, “You can’t just try. “I’ll try,” I leaned my head into the crook of his shoulder. “Please, never ever think you’re anything less than extraordinary,” he said, pulling me into his lap. “How could I not love every single bit of you, inside and out?” “There’s never a dull moment with you, whether it be all the intelligent thoughts and opinions you have or your jokes that make my chest hurt when I’m done laughing,” he quickly leaned forward and pressed a quick yet sweet kiss to my lips. Because I have to hear what comes out of it,” he lightly traced his thumb over my bottom lip. You’re exquisite lips make me wish I could kiss you all day. “And that smile! Don’t even get me started. From your splendid legs to perfect waist to your impressive ass,” at this, I couldn’t help but grin a little bit. Even when you wake up with bed head in the morning, you are precious,” he gingerly pushed a piece of hair out of my face. “I love the way your hair falls and frames your face. Your eyes are the most beautiful color I’ve seen,” he gently placed two fingers underneath my chin, lifting my head up to meet my eyes with his. “Pretty wouldn’t be the word I’d use to describe you. Nobody could,” Andy set his pizza down and leaned forward to look straight at me.
You could honestly go out there and do twenty times better.“ “Why?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Really?” I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. It nearly drove me crazy, not being with you,” he explained. I constantly had to look at that picture of us that’s my phone’s background. The guys were repeatedly complaining that I wouldn’t shut up about you. I couldn’t sleep without knowing how your day went. “I missed you,” Andy told me for what seemed like the millionth time that night. We sat on the couch, our feet intertwined in the middle as we talked and ate the pizza that sat on the coffee table. He had just gotten back from a tour Europe, and I didn’t want anything to distract him on our “date” night in our shared apartment. Tonight Andy and I decided we would stay in.
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