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I shake my head. “They’ve always been respectful when I bring dates. They don’t ask invasive questions or anything. At least they never did before.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
“Unless you want me to walk with you?” I beg with my eyes.
“I’d love an escort. I might get lost if I try to find it on my own again.” There’s a tiny twitch in his lips.
“I’ll be back. Gotta go shower and change.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Andy tips my chin up and presses his lips to mine.
I want more and grab his shirt to keep him from moving away from me. His kisses are pure honey dripping with desire. His hands cup my face. I’ve never felt more cherished than when I’m in his arms. When his lips are against mine and the entire world shuts out.
When I pull away, I have to adjust myself. Andy gives me a knowing smirk, but as always, he’s a gentleman. He doesn’t even joke about helping me out.
Before I turn away, I remember about the proposal. “Dad loved what we came up with. He’s going to let me do it.”
“That’s amazing. I’m so happy.” Andy tugs me in for another quick kiss. “Okay, I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”
I practically skip all the way to my apartment. Normally, I’d be nervous about my parents meeting the person I’m dating, but not with Andy. I know they’re going to love him as much as I do.
I skid to a stop. Heart pounding. I love Andy.
23
ANDY
Meetingthe parents is usually terrifying, but the older I get, the less fear I have. I know I’m a good person who treats my partners well. I know that despite working him to the bone, Trevor adores his parents. I don’t think they’re bad people at all, so I’m going into this meeting with an open mind.
“Sweetheart.” I grin when I open my door to Trevor’s sweet face. He’s not exactly dressed up, and he texted me to make sure I knew this meeting wasn’t formal or anything and to dress comfortably. He’s in a pair of shorts and a clean slate blue t-shirt that makes his blue-gray eyes pop.
“Ready?” Trevor grabs my hand.
I have to remind him to slow down a few times because he speeds up as if he wants to get things over with.
“Sweetheart, look at me.” He spins to face me. His pretty face red with either the heat or embarrassment, I’m not sure. “Everything is going to be okay.”
“I know,” he mumbles and shuffles on his feet.
“Can I kiss you?” I’m not sure how he feels about public affection, but he nods.
I kiss him softly, making him sigh contently. He softens and slowly he opens his eyes again.
“There we are. Everything is going to be okay.”
“Thank you.” He drops his head to my shoulder. “I really want them to like you.”
“I know, and I’ll do my best to show them how much I adore you.” I kiss the side of his head and tip his chin up.
We take the steps and have to wait behind a few other guests. Trevor doesn’t say if any of them are his parents.
“Trevor! Ah, who is this?” A woman with brown hair in a high ponytail comes up behind us. She’s with a guy that is definitely Trevor’s dad.
“Mom! Dad!”
Trevor gets his eyes from his dad, for sure. But that soft curl wavy hair is from his mother.
Trevor introduces us all. Dad is Henry. Mom is Lisa. They give us both hugs. Both are warm with nice smiles. I feel welcome in their presence.
