I am still in a state of shock and confusion. Did he mean to kiss me or is he just too drunk to know better? Either way, he won't object if I make another move, so I take a step closer to him and wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him into my hips.
I want to pinch myself just to check this isn't a dream; it honestly feels surreal to me. In fact, just thinking about this whole situation makes me breathe a sigh of content.
Out of the corner of my eye I see him looking down at me and I wonder what he's thinking: that's also something I love about Andy - I've spent years being best friends with him and I still can't tell what goes on in his mind most of the time.
When we get back to the hotel, I walk to Andy's room with him, and stand on my tiptoes while hugging him. He kisses me on the forehead and I look up to him, smirking.
"Goodnight Prophet."
"Night, Deviant."
As I walk back to my room, I have to clench my fists so I don't turn around to get one last glimpse of him, and I have to tense my jaw to stop myself from adding "I love you" on the end.
My door opens and closes with a click and I throw myself onto my bed, lying there in satisfaction. I feel lighter than air, and this elation carries me off into a peaceful sleep, full of dreams about Andy.
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Take Your Hand In Mine {Andley}
FanfictionA series of drunken mistakes leads to a lot of confusion... Can Andy and Ashley salvage a relationship, or is it not meant to be? My first fanfic so constructive criticism is needed :) As you can tell, this is about Andley which is a FICTIONAL SHIP...
