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Chapter Eight

When Andy finally made his way back to his house on late Sunday morning, he took a quick shower and threw on a t-shirt and some old comfy sweats. He sunk down on his couch and ran a hand over his face, fingers rubbing over the stubble he found there. Suddenly, there was a knock on his front door. He let out a sigh. The last thing he felt like doing was conversing with another person. He almost ignored it, but decided against it at the last minute. He got up and made his way to his door opening it robotically.

Sharon Raydor was standing on the other side. She was dressed casually in a tight-fitting pair of jeans and an equally tight lady's v-neck football jersey proudly displaying her favorite team. Andy blinked a few times trying to wrap his mind around her presence here on his porch, and then he noticed the rather large pizza box and six pack of soda in her hands. There was only one thing that caused Sharon to throw her healthy diet out the window: football.

"Sharon, what are you doing here?" He asked still trying to process her presence.

"What do you mean? It's Sunday. The game's about to start and it was my turn to bring the food and drinks," she said casually. What was it Provenza said about pretending the whole sleeping together saga had never happened and to go back to being friends? With that thought in mind, he let her in and watched as she comfortably made her way through his house setting the pizza and soda down on his coffee table. This was a bad idea, he could feel it. It was too soon. Too raw. But he didn't want to send her away and give her the impression things weren't okay between them. He was afraid it would break the final fragile thread holding their friendship together.

She sat down on his couch and opened the pizza box. The delicious cheesy smell wafted through his house and caused his stomach to growl. It had been a while since he had last eaten. So, he sat down on the couch next to her, leaving a respectable amount of space, and dug into the piping hot pizza. As they were enjoying their indulgent lunch, Andy flipped on the TV and found the game. They watched football and ate their pizza in companionable silence. Andy was almost able to convince himself that everything was truly fine.

A few hours later when the game had finished and the next one started, Sharon moved closer to him on the couch and started caressing his arm. He tried to study her from the corner of his eye, but he couldn't read her.

"Andy, is everything okay?" She asked so quietly he almost missed it. How could he answer that? Of course things weren't okay. He was slowly dying on the inside, his heart fracturing into infinite pieces, and he knew there was no real way to put it back together again. But telling her that would ruin them for good. He would lose her, and he couldn't bare that. Having her like this was better than not having her at all.

"Yeah, just tired," he replied and even managed a small smile. She smiled back. He could do this, he told himself. Fake it until you make it. And then, she leaned over and captured his lips with her own. They were soft and tender, and his easily followed her sensual rhythm. This was nothing like the horrible kisses he had shared last night with another. This was so much better. His hands found her hips as she moved onto his lap and straddled him. He pulled her close as his tongue began exploring her delicious mouth. Every nerve ending in his body was alert and standing on end. He ran his hands up her body, grazing the side of her breasts, and settling in her thick hair. He wanted her.

She caressed his chest through his t-shirt and then moved her hands down to his lap. When she snaked her hand between their clothed bodies and gently grazed his very hard length, something jolted him out of his arousal. This was all fake. They were friends who fucked. Nothing more. Whatever feelings were coursing through his mind and his heart were one-sided no matter how gently she caressed him, how sweetly and passionately she kissed him. It was all part of the game. Their game. None of it was real.

"Sharon," he whispered as she trailed her lips down his neck. She was taking her time, savoring and passionately caressing him. It was confusing. She hummed in response. "We can't do this anymore," he managed to say. She froze. He watched as she slowly brought her face up to meet his. Confusion warring with hurt.

"What do you mean?" She asked, and he could tell that she was holding her emotions back.

"Remember when you said that we needed to be honest with each other? Tell each other if this got to be too much?" He asked. She nodded, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat. "Well, this is too much for me," he whispered. Realization lit her features. She quickly removed herself from his lap and got off the couch.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I should have known better," she said as she found her shoes and put them on.

"No, it's not your fault. I was with someone last night and-" he began not even thinking about his words until he saw the hurt that momentarily crossed her features before she schooled them. "Shit, that's not what I meant". Sharon got up and started walking towards his door.

"Don't worry about it, Andy. You have every right to be with whomever you want and to decide that this is too much, for that matter," she said as she reached his door.

"But that's not what I'm saying. I realized when I was with her-" he tried again, but she jumped in.

"It doesn't matter. I don't need to know. We'll go back to being just friends. I think that's best anyway," she said more harshly than she intended. "I'll see you at work tomorrow".

Andy let her walk away once again. This was what he had decided was the best case scenario anyway, right? Them going back to being just friends? Then why did it feel like his world was turning upside down.

TBC