CHAPTER 4


Andrea was crying seating on park bench. I was pleased to see she decided to stay on her own. She made the right choice, I thought.

"May I?"

"Go ahead," she said wiping her eyes.

"What is the matter?," I asked seating close to her on the park bench.

My legs touches hers and my heart is pounding again.

"Michonne left me here. I chose to stay. I did not want to be on the road again," she replies resting her head on my shoulder.

"You decided to stay in Woodbury?" I muttered.

She chose me, I thought. That was why she stay.

"Yes. I love the community, and you have been so kind. Offering to help me find Shane. No one has treated me this way in a long time. I had to stay," She said moving closer to me now. My hands softly touched her white blouse.

"I am glad you did not leave,"I admitted fully aware of the power she had over me.

"I know. I am going to miss Michonne," she whispers.

"It's hard to imagine someone leaving on their own free will. But come with me. We'll have a drink. I'll help take your mind off her," I said reaching for her hand.

"I think you can do that here," she says putting her hands on my hips.

"I don't know what you mean," I muttered nervously.

"Kiss me again," she says leaning in closer now.

"Absolutely," I murmur, desire and longing thrumming through my body. I pull Andrea closer. Our lips meeting again. I am taking it all in. The smell of her cotton candy favored perfume, the curves her body, and the softness of her blonde hair. There had been others girls since my wife died. But none that made me feel like this. Andrea was awakening something inside of me I thought I had died with my wife.

"We can go have that drink," Andrea whispers when our lips parted.

I stood there looking at her. I wanted nothing, but to take her back to my apartment. I needed to make love to her. Make her mine.

Still I had to make an appearance at the party. This was my town afterall. Besides seeing how powerful I was could only work to my advantage with Andrea, I decided. If I had it do over again I would have just skipped the party.

Because I had never been more wrong in my life.