Rose ~
Andy looked at me wearily but only for a split second, before he got up and motioned for me to move over.
I did, although I would have rather he be pressed tightly against me. I know what you're thinking, 'what the f'uck Rosalia.' The attraction was strong, the feelings he provoked in me even stronger and I almost didn't have a choice.
I pressed my body into the side of the couch and he watched my every movement.
"It's ok, I promise. I'm not going to touch you again...yet..." My heart jumped at that.
He seemed to sense it and he lightened the mood by chuckling softly.
"I lived in the same neighborhood as you in Cincinnati. Only a couple of streets over actually. You were only five when you moved in but you were the cutest little girl, with a head full of white blonde hair
