her and she will turn her face so my kiss lands on her cheek. Then she smiles like it’s no big deal. She’s making me fucking crazy! And I wouldn’t trade one minute of my time with her for all the one-night stands in the world.
She’s excited about meeting all of my family even though I’ve tried to tell her they aren’t all that much to get excited over. She’s never spoke of her family, outside Mack and Shane, but they’re not her blood relatives. I’ve tried to casually bring the conversation around to her family but she’s a master at dodge and avoid. She’s somehow distracted me every time, so I get it, she’s not ready to talk about it. That’s cool – we have plenty of time.
We’re in my truck, heading to my parent’s house and she’s fidgeting in the seat beside me. She won’t let me kiss her but she will let me hold her hand, so I have it firmly grasped in mine. I would never admit this to any living soul, but I’m so tied up in knots over her that I’ll gladly take the hand-holding. At least I get to touch her that way. I feel like a damn elementary school boy who’s thrilled to hold a girl’s hand for the first time. It’s just what she does to me. And what I do to myself by delaying telling her I want a committed relationship with her.
“You’re not getting nervous, are you?” I playfully ask her.
“Maybe a little,” she laughs, “but I’ll be fine.”
“My parents already want to adopt you and disown me. My whole family will love you. Just watch out for my brother. He’ll try to steal you from me.” And I mean this literally. Brandon will fall in love with her, too. Did I just infer that I’m in love with her? What the hell?
“You can never have too many friends, Luke,” she declares without a hint of sarcasm. I start to worry that she really only sees me as a friend.
“I better not catch you alone with him, Andi.” I use my stern voice, the one that says I’m not even fucking kidding. Not that it has ever worked on this woman.
She says, “Fine, Luke,” and I feel my racing heart start to slow down until she finishes her sentence, “I won’t let you catch me.”
I snap my head to look at her, ready to fight tooth and nail for my place in her life, and I see the gleam of absolute mocking in the twinkling of her eyes. She is enjoying this so much, she will probably flirt with Brandon just to get to me. I should’ve kept my fucking mouth shut because she will so use this little tidbit against me. Wench.
We arrive at my parent’s house a few minutes early but it looks like the whole gang is already here. Andi looks absolutely perfect in her form-fitting black capris, her sky-blue flowing shirt that would be baggy if not for the white scarf/belt thing she has tied around her tiny waist. Her little toenails are painted the same color as her shirt and are peeking out of her black sandals. My God, she is more than I’ve ever imagined a woman could be.
My sister, Alicia, is younger than me but she married early and has two rug-rats that I love with all my heart. Being Uncle Luke has been pretty cool. My nephew Jacob is five; my niece Callie is three; and they are both so much fun. They both know my truck and as soon as Andi and I step out of it, the front door opens and they come flying out to meet us. I hug them both and lift them up in the air, playing our usual game of airplanes while Andi watches and laughs along with us.
I introduce Jacob and Callie to Andi, who kneels down to be eye to eye when them, and she proceeds to charm the kids just like she did my parents. Before we make it across the front lawn, both kids are attached to her like little leeches. Alicia meets us at the door and within minutes she and Andi act like they are long lost sisters. I roll my eyes to myself at the thought of what my brother will do when he meets her.
And here we go….Brandon just arrived and is
She’s excited about meeting all of my family even though I’ve tried to tell her they aren’t all that much to get excited over. She’s never spoke of her family, outside Mack and Shane, but they’re not her blood relatives. I’ve tried to casually bring the conversation around to her family but she’s a master at dodge and avoid. She’s somehow distracted me every time, so I get it, she’s not ready to talk about it. That’s cool – we have plenty of time.
We’re in my truck, heading to my parent’s house and she’s fidgeting in the seat beside me. She won’t let me kiss her but she will let me hold her hand, so I have it firmly grasped in mine. I would never admit this to any living soul, but I’m so tied up in knots over her that I’ll gladly take the hand-holding. At least I get to touch her that way. I feel like a damn elementary school boy who’s thrilled to hold a girl’s hand for the first time. It’s just what she does to me. And what I do to myself by delaying telling her I want a committed relationship with her.
“You’re not getting nervous, are you?” I playfully ask her.
“Maybe a little,” she laughs, “but I’ll be fine.”
“My parents already want to adopt you and disown me. My whole family will love you. Just watch out for my brother. He’ll try to steal you from me.” And I mean this literally. Brandon will fall in love with her, too. Did I just infer that I’m in love with her? What the hell?
“You can never have too many friends, Luke,” she declares without a hint of sarcasm. I start to worry that she really only sees me as a friend.
“I better not catch you alone with him, Andi.” I use my stern voice, the one that says I’m not even fucking kidding. Not that it has ever worked on this woman.
She says, “Fine, Luke,” and I feel my racing heart start to slow down until she finishes her sentence, “I won’t let you catch me.”
I snap my head to look at her, ready to fight tooth and nail for my place in her life, and I see the gleam of absolute mocking in the twinkling of her eyes. She is enjoying this so much, she will probably flirt with Brandon just to get to me. I should’ve kept my fucking mouth shut because she will so use this little tidbit against me. Wench.
We arrive at my parent’s house a few minutes early but it looks like the whole gang is already here. Andi looks absolutely perfect in her form-fitting black capris, her sky-blue flowing shirt that would be baggy if not for the white scarf/belt thing she has tied around her tiny waist. Her little toenails are painted the same color as her shirt and are peeking out of her black sandals. My God, she is more than I’ve ever imagined a woman could be.
My sister, Alicia, is younger than me but she married early and has two rug-rats that I love with all my heart. Being Uncle Luke has been pretty cool. My nephew Jacob is five; my niece Callie is three; and they are both so much fun. They both know my truck and as soon as Andi and I step out of it, the front door opens and they come flying out to meet us. I hug them both and lift them up in the air, playing our usual game of airplanes while Andi watches and laughs along with us.
I introduce Jacob and Callie to Andi, who kneels down to be eye to eye when them, and she proceeds to charm the kids just like she did my parents. Before we make it across the front lawn, both kids are attached to her like little leeches. Alicia meets us at the door and within minutes she and Andi act like they are long lost sisters. I roll my eyes to myself at the thought of what my brother will do when he meets her.
And here we go….Brandon just arrived and is
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