Page 28 of Feels Like Home

After that, our late-night confessions became ourthing.

Some were silly and at risk of a teenage sleepover truth ordare.

Others were pushing the boundaries offriendship.

Celebrity crush: Teenage sleepover. (Though, when he told me Mila Kunis was his, I was glad we were on the phone so he couldn’t see my blush, considering that he’s told me more than once I resembleher.)

What we wear to bed: Boundarypusher.

What’s the most embarrassing thing that ever happened: Teenagesleepover.

Song that turns us on: Boundarypusher.

First kiss: Teenagesleepover.

Our favorite sexual positions: Boundarypusher.

And on and on they went. Admitting our deepest, darkest insecurities to making each other say what we liked aboutourselves.

It was a combination of a therapy session and friendshipbuilding.

And I loved every single minute ofit.

A few times he would call when Bri wasn’t home yet from a date with Grady and she would see me talking to him when she walked in the door. The first few times she simply smiled, kissed me on the cheek and went to herroom.

The third time it happened, she walked over, leaned close so Andy could hear through the receiver and said, “It’s almost past her curfew, young man.” He laughed in response, and she giggled at herself, kissed me, and said goodnight.

The next morning, she told me she liked seeing me happyagain.

When I hear a ringtone that I knowIdidn’t set for myself, I scramble to answerit.

“Hey, Andy,” I answer after sliding the phone out of my apron pocket, continuing to work the cinnamon rolldough.

“What’s up,buttercup?”

I laugh but still respond. “Not much. What’s shakin’bacon?”

He chuckles. “Niceone.”

“Thanks. Nice ringtone, by theway.”

“How’d you know I had anything to do withit?”

“Uhh, who else would have changed my ringtone toPillowtalk?”

His answering chuckle has me blushing.Again.

Funny how I’m a grown woman and blush like it’s my firstcrush.

Which yeah, I’ve finally admitted to myselfhaving.

An enormous crush onAndy.

He clears his throat. “So, I have aquestion.”

“Shoot,” I tell him, adjusting the phone on my shoulder while I knead and roll thedough.

“Would you be up for meeting theboys?”

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