CHAPTER EIGHT
"You are so beautiful," I said watching Andrea drink a glass of whiskey in my apartment.
"So are you," she whispers.
"Your mind stays on Shane doesn't it?"
"I worry about him. Everyone in the group, but honestly I think they are probably dead," she says taking another sip from her glass.
Andrea was letting go of the past. Letting this Shane guy go. Moving forward with me.
" I know what is like to lose someone you love. My wife died eighteen months before this all happened. I was alone with my daughter," I said putting my hand on her shoulder.
"I am sorry.. I lost my sister Amy, my friend Dale, and now Shane," Andrea says softly.
"Was a car accident. Nothing was wrong with her. She was just gone," I said softly.
"That's terriable," Andrea said touching my shoulder.
"But we have each other now," I said pouring her another glass of whiskey.
"Yes we do," Andrea says taking a long sip.
I watch as she drinks several glasses of whiskey.
I can't take my eyes off of her. I am undressing her in my mind. Wondering what she looks like undressed.
I can see her becoming more relaxed with every drink, and I know soon I'll have her where I want her.
Still the anticipation is killing me. Andrea is good at making me wait.
But I could not wait much longer.
