Amalia Anderson
We arrived at the hotel, and Andrew quickly wrapped his arms around me. "God, I need this," he sighed, and I smiled.
"Let me put my PJs on, and we can cuddle to sleep," I said, and he chuckled.
"Before that," he paused, "I´ve got something for you." He moved around the room and pulled a black bag from his suitcase, which contained something inside. I looked up at him, taking the simple bag, and then opened it. Inside I could see some fabric, and when I pulled it out, I realize what he was giving me - his jersey.
"Andrew..." I gasped, and he smirked.
" Turn it around," he smirked, and on the back of the jersey was his number and the word "Lieberman."
I looked at him. This was a public demonstration of affection. It was more than that; it was a public statement.
