Page 63 of Some Things Never Change

With every brush, suck, and tug, I felt an electric surge course through my veins. It was as if all these years of pent-up desire and passion were finally being unleashed and I was drowning in the sea of it, desperately trying to gasp for air every chance I got.

As his hands roamed over my body, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan onto his tongue. Andy suddenly pulled away, leaving our breaths heavy and ragged. He leaned into me as he pulled me into a tight hug and nestled his face into the crook of my neck, breathing me in.

“We need to get going. It’s dark already.”

I blinked, barely realizing how dark it had become. The sun already set, and our only source of light came from the weak streetlights down the road, the few stars, and waning moon starting to peek down on us. Even in the darkness, I could still clearly see Andy’s flushed face, smirking red lips, and twinkling eyes.

I leaned in and gave him one last peck on the lips. He eagerly welcomed me with the tug of his hands. We kissed again until my phone suddenly started blaring. With a shaky breath, I quickly answered my phone. I didn’t even bother checking who was calling.

“H-Hello?” I answered.

“Are you guys almost here?” asked Jonathan loudly from the other end.

“U-Um,” was all I could answer.

Jonathan, Anthony, and Shoua suggested we go out tonight for drinks at a new brewery in town. Apparently, it was the newest hot spot, so they really wanted us all to go. I had been so nervous about confessing that I completely forgot.

Andy motioned for me to hand over the phone, and I did as he requested. “Hello?” he asked, firmly and slightly irritated.

The furrow on his brow made me giggle a bit. He was clearly upset that Jonathan interrupted us, but turned to me with a smile. He took my hand in his, tugging me toward the car. I smiled to myself as I felt his thumb brush gently across my knuckles, oblivious to the conversation between him and my brother. By the time he ended the call, he had already opened the passenger side for me.

I got into the car after taking my phone back and, as much as I wanted to steal another kiss with him, we had to get going. I wasn’t sure how long we would take, but we were now going to arrive late. We were both quiet as he started the car. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, still feeling a little dazed from our intense make-out session. He noticed and smirked at me, his eyes glittering with amusement.

“What?” His voice was low and husky. “Like this handsome face?”

"No, I think I like Anthony’s face more.” I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning like a fool.

Andy chuckled and shook his head before getting back onto the freeway and focusing on the road ahead. “That’s too bad, because I think you’re stuck with me for life. Unless you don’t want to be.”

“Andy, I’ve waited half my life to be with you. Why wouldn’t I want to be stuck with you until the end of time?”

He pulled one of his hands off of the steering wheel and reached over to my side. “I want to hold your hand.”

I couldn’t contain myself anymore because I was grinning from ear to ear now. My hand quickly took hold of his and squeezed it. His big, warm hand squeezed mine back as he let out a long sigh.

"I hope you're ready for this, Tink.” His tone was serious.

“For?”

“I want it all with you—marriage, kids, and the white picket fence—all of it. But if there’s ever a moment you don’t want it with me, just let me know. My heart will break and never be the same, but I’ll respect your decision. And, I’ll?—”

“Andy, shut up. I want it all with you, too.”

He let out a hearty laugh in response as he squeezed my hand again. I took a moment to squeeze it back. I watched him as he blinked slowly with a boyish smirk on his face. He stole a quick glance in my direction, and his eyes were filled with nothing but love and giddiness. Without a single word, he brought the back of my hand up to the curve of his lips and planted a warm kiss on it.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

“About time you two got here,” greeted Jonathan. No ‘Hey,’ or ‘How was the drive?’

Despite being a grown adult, that brattiness in him clearly never went away. He stood in front of Andy’s SUV in the opened garage of Hughes' home with his arms crossed. I gave him a glare as I threw my small duffle bag at him and Andy closed the trunk of the car.

“The least you could do is help us out, you lazy bum,” I bit back as he bothered to catch my things with both his arms. “Now, take my bag to my room.”

“Chill, Jonathan,” laughed Andy. “It’s barely nine and we’ve been driving for four hours.”

Jonathan gave Andy a look. “Actually, it took you both five hours to get here,” he said firmly. My brother cocked an eyebrow at the two of us suspiciously. “When it should’ve really taken three hours and a half, which is how long it usually takes you to get here, Andy. Where did the extra hour and a half go if it took you both this long?”

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