In Love with the superstar

Glowing

The sun peeks through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as I slowly awaken from a deep, contented slumber. Blinking groggily, I take a moment to gather my bearings, the events of the previous night flooding back to me in a rush of fragmented memories.

As I roll over, my gaze falls upon Andy, his features softened in the gentle light of morning. He lies beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his tousled hair framing his face in a way that makes my heart flutter with affection.

For a moment, I simply lie there, watching him sleep, my mind still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions that swept us away in a tide of passion. How did we end up here, entwined in each other's arms, after so many years apart?

But as I reflect on the events of the previous night, a sense of peace washes over me, mingling with the lingering echoes of desire that still pulse beneath my skin. Despite the uncertainty that looms on the horizon, there's a sense of rightness to this moment, a feeling of completeness that I haven't felt in far too long.

With a soft sigh, I shift closer to Andy, relishing the warmth of his body against mine as I press a gentle kiss to his cheek. He stirs slightly, a lazy smile gracing his lips as he slowly comes to wakefulness.

"Morning," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep as he turns to face me, his eyes soft with affection.

"Morning," I reply, returning his smile with one of my own. "I didn't expect to wake up here."

A flicker of uncertainty passes through his gaze, his expression momentarily clouded with doubt.

"I hope you don't regret last night," he says softly, his fingers tracing circles along my arm in a gesture of reassurance.

I shake my head, reaching out to cup his cheek in my hand. "I don't regret a thing," I tell him earnestly. "Being with you feels right, Andy, like coming home."

His eyes light up with warmth at my words, a surge of emotion passing between us as we share a moment of silent understanding.

As we lie there, wrapped in each other's embrace, I feel a sense of peace settle over me. Andy and I are good. We always do this, have a small fight and then make up. I am not sure if I should say we have a toxic relationship or not. Maybe if we went public, all this toxic-ness would stop.

The thought lingers in the back of my mind, a quiet whisper of doubt that I can't quite shake. Is secrecy the root of our issues? Would unveiling our relationship to the world truly dissolve the tension that simmers beneath the surface, or would it only serve to complicate matters further? I can't say for certain, but the idea of laying our cards on the table, of facing the world together, holds a certain appeal.

"Do you have any plans for the day?" Andy's voice interrupts my thoughts, drawing me back to the present.

I nod my head, offering him a small smile. "I am meeting the girls at 11 for dress fitting," I respond, the reminder of our plans grounding me in reality.

"That’s four hours from now, how about I make you feel good for an hour, we shower, and then have breakfast together?" he suggests, his fingers tracing lazy circles along my arm.

The warmth of his touch sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine, a tantalizing promise of what's to come. Despite the lingering doubts that nag at the edges of my mind, I can't help but be drawn to him, to the magnetic pull of our shared history and undeniable chemistry.

"Mmmm sounds good," I murmur, unable to resist the allure of his proposal. In his arms, surrounded by the comforting embrace of our shared intimacy, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us, bound together by the unspoken promise of a future yet unwritten. And as we sink into each other's embrace once more, I push aside my doubts, choosing instead to revel in the simple joy of being with him, if only for a little while longer.

The morning unfolds with a lazy, unhurried pace, as Andy and I revel in each other's company. Wrapped in the cocoon of our shared intimacy, time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the simple pleasures of being together.

With the sun streaming in through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room, we linger in bed, exchanging soft kisses and whispered words of affection. Andy's touch is gentle yet possessive, his fingers tracing the contours of my body with a reverence that leaves me breathless with desire.

As we shower together, the steamy embrace of the water envelops us, washing away the last vestiges of sleep and leaving us both feeling refreshed and invigorated. The intimacy of the moment only serves to deepen the connection between us, binding us together in a shared sense of closeness that transcends words.

Afterwards, we dress leisurely, taking our time to savor each moment as we prepare for the day ahead. Andy's easy smile and playful banter fill the room with a sense of lightness, lifting my spirits and chasing away the lingering shadows of doubt that still linger in the corners of my mind.

Eventually, the time comes for me to leave, a pang of reluctance tugging at my heart as I prepare to part ways with Andy. With a final kiss goodbye, I tear myself away from his embrace, promising to meet him later for dinner. I quickly rush to my own room to change into something more comfortable than what I had on last night.

As I make my way to meet the girls for our dress fitting, I can't help but notice the way they eye me curiously, their gazes lingering a moment too long on the radiant glow that suffuses my skin. Emma and Abby exchange knowing looks, a mischievous twinkle dancing in their eyes as they exchange silent communication.

"So, Liv," Emma begins, her voice filled with playful curiosity. "You seem to be positively glowing this morning. Care to share the reason behind your newfound radiance?"

I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks as I fumble for a response, the memory of my morning with Andy still fresh in my mind. "Oh, you know," I reply, attempting to feign nonchalance. "Just got a good night's sleep, I guess."

But Emma isn't so easily dissuaded, her curiosity piqued by my evasive answer. "Hmm, are you sure that's all there is to it?" she presses, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her lips.

I glance at Abby for support, silently pleading for assistance in deflecting their inquiries. But to my dismay, she merely shrugs, a knowing smile dancing on her lips.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, I realize that there's no escaping their relentless interrogation. With a resigned sigh, I muster up all the resolve I can muster and prepare to face the music.

"Well," I begin, summoning every ounce of composure I possess. "Let's just say I had a... pleasant morning."

The words hang in the air between us, pregnant with unspoken implications, and for a moment, silence reigns as Emma and Abby exchange meaningful glances.

But just as I begin to fear their reaction, Emma breaks into a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, well, well," she says, her tone positively gleeful. "Looks like someone had a little fun last night!"

“Didn’t she say she was exhausted as she left last night?” Abby decides to tease.

I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I nod sheepishly, unable to meet their amused gazes.

"Yeah, I was exhausted.” I respond sheepishly.

“But still had energy to get some.” Emma giggles.

“I guess you could say that," I mumble, feeling like a teenager caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Abby chuckles softly, her laughter mingling with Emma's as they share a knowing look. "Well, Liv," she says, her tone teasing. "You will have to tell us all about it later."

And with that, the subject is dropped, and we continue our way to the dress fitting, the memory of my morning with Andy lingering in the back of my mind like a secret shared between friends.

I need to come up with a lie. There is no way on earth I will tell them Andy is the reason behind my joy this morning.