Chapter Fifteen

ANDREW'S P.O.V.

Concern swam in his eyes, and that was all I could think of. My hands itched with the need to pull him against me, to see if his skin was as supple as I'd imagined it to be. If only I could-

"May I?" I blinked away my impulsive urges but failed to detect his intention. I nodded once, feeling aloof for losing myself in the skies trapped within his gleaming orbs.

He sat beside me, and I was confused for a moment, did he really ask for my permission to sit beside me...? It was a thought I couldn't dwell on long, as my body erupted in tingles when his knee brushed against mine as he settled in, closing our bubble from the surroundings.

It was silent for a while, he had wrung his hands together at his lap, face drawn downwards while I took the moment to marvel at his beauty, the sun made his hair shine in different shades of blond, and his eyes a breathtaking crystalline blue.

"Do- Do you hate me?"