Chapter 24. Say no to this
Andrea's POV
Philip is in New York, buying me a ring at Tiffany's, or maybe his mom is giving him a family heirloom. What am I doing? Why am I at Shane's house?
I knock on the door, hoping he wouldn't answer. He does and our eyes lock.
There I was, feeling fifteen again, and wanting only him.
"Come on inside," he said, looking incredibly attractive in his dark jeans and blue shirt. I couldn't stop staring into those warm brown eyes.
"Hey, what should we do?" I asked, wondering what he had planned for our last date.
"Let's watch the new version of West Side Story. I remember how much you love Steven Spielberg's movies. I can order some pizzas from Papa John's." He said, giving me his adorable smile.
"our last date, you didn't even plan on taking me out," I said, teasing him.
"Not like your dates with Dr. Billionare," he says, giving me a hard time back.
"His name is Philip John Blake Jr." I corrected him.
" I don't want to talk about him anymore. He gets you forever. But we only have tonight. Let's watch the movie," he says, taking my hand.
Lying my head on his shoulder, we settled down together on the sofa. He turned on the movie and ordered the pizza from an app on his cellphone.
"You still like cheese the best, right?" he asked after ordering.
"Okay," I said simply.
"Remember when I was in the school play, 'Guys and Dolls'? You were Adelaide and I was Nathan. I loved playing a gangster. Not as much as football," he says, smiling.
"Remember that on-stage kiss? My first kiss ever with the most popular boy in school, and I was in love."
He leans over in that moment, kissing me for the second time. His lips are softer than they should be, I decided. He pulls away and looks into my eyes.
"Any beer?" I asked as we moved apart.
"Inside the fridge," he says, getting up to grab a six-pack. I grab one, open it quickly, and take a long sip.
"Remember watching 'The Notebook' at the movie theater on Valentine's Day?"
"Truth be told, I hate that fucking movie," Shane admits.
"Of all the memories I have, the one that stands out the most is making love. I know it wasn't your first time, but it was mine. You were so gentle and patient with me," I whispered.
" I am glad that I was your first. And I am sorry I bragged about it to the other guys in the locker room. That was a stupid thing I did. " He finally says, apologizing.
"Because of that, I ended it," I admitted.
I know it's time to go. I have closure. Tony is singing "Maria" and I need to go home.
" I knew," he says, as he heard a knock on the door.
"Probably it's the pizza," I said, getting up to get the door. Shane signed the credit card slip, and I put the pizzas on the coffee table.
I drank another beer, losing track of what number I was on. The alcohol was definitely making us feel too comfortable. My lips found his again. I kissed him this time, unable to stop. I reached for the snap on his jeans and pulled them off. He threw off my pink tee shirt, unhooked my bra, and I slid off the black leggings I was wearing.
"Let's go to my bedroom," he whispers.
"Can't," I said.
"Please, one last time. Because I love you and I'm obsessed with you," he says, taking off his shirt to reveal his perfect chest.
I know I need to say no, but instead, I take his hand and go into his bedroom. I close my eyes as he pulls me close. I feel him deep inside me, and I bury my face into his neck. I can feel my body tingling all over, wishing this could last forever. It feels exactly the same as the first time. He holds me in his arms afterwards, the leftover pizza still on the coffee table, and West Side Story playing in the background. I reach for my tee shirt and put it on, falling asleep in bed with him.