Going out with Andrew and Victor was the most fun I’d had since leaving Boston. They even behaved themselves – they were still obviously vying for my affection, but it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle. In fact, I actually kind of liked it.
“I’m gonna head home tonight,” Victor said. He smirked. “I’ll leave the two of you alone with your beloved parents.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “God, like you’d want to miss out on all that?”
Victor laughed. “It was good to see you, Kristin,” he said, pulling me into a tight hug. I waited for his hands to grab my ass or for a kiss, but he did neither of those things. The hug felt almost brotherly, like we’d known each other for years.
“I guess it’s just you and me,” Andrew said with a smirk as we watched Victor drive away. The outside air was chilling me to the bone, but I felt so good standing alone with Andrew that I didn’t want to face Mom and Dean…at least, not yet.
“Yeah,” I said softly, my voice echoing through the winter air. “I guess so.”
“How are you?”
I sighed. “You saw my email,” I said. “So you know.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?”
I nodded.
“Well, who knows,” Andrew said. “Maybe things will get better.” He crunched over the icy snow in the driveway and held open the door for me. “After you,” he said.
I felt crushed. I’d been hoping that as soon as Victor left, Andrew would invite me back to Boston. He couldn’t expect me to stay here alone, could he? Of-course he could, I thought bitterly. Why would he feel the need to help someone he barely knows? He’s probably just visiting as a courtesy – that’s all. It’s not like he really cares about me at all.
“Did you have fun?” Mom was standing in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest. She glared at me. “I’m surprised you even came back.”
For once, I wanted to smack her.
“I had to come back,” I said stiffly. “I live here.”
“Hey, Carissa,” Andrew said. “Dinner soon?”
She glared at him. “Yes,” she snapped. “Your father and I have been waiting for almost an hour.”
As soon as she walked out of the room, I rolled my eyes.
“She’s a piece of work,” Andrew muttered under his breath as we walked into the living room. “I don’t know how you put up with her.”
“I can’t for much longer,” I whispered back as we walked to our places at the table and sat down. “She’s driving me crazy.”
We barely talked at dinner. Dean even had a book out, resting on the table. He forked meat into his mouth with one hand, flipping pages with the other.
When I felt Andrew’s toes against my leg, I jumped and cried out in surprise.
“Eek!”
“Kristin?” Mom looked up. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and blushed. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “Sorry.”
Andrew kept his toes against my leg, slowly rubbing up and down. The contact of his skin against mine was driving me wild and I had to clutch the edge of the table so I wouldn’t start losing my mind, right then and there. Inside my new bra, my breasts tingled with excitement. I want him to touch me again, I realized, staring deeply into Andrew’s dark eyes. I want him to make me come.
After dinner, I went up to my room, trying to hear snatches of conversation from downstairs. Andrew was arguing with Mom and Dean over something, but I had no idea what they were talking about. I changed into a pink crop top and athletic shorts. My silk panties were soaked with arousal, but I didn’t change them as I climbed into bed.
Maybe everything will be clearer in the morning, I thought. Maybe then I’ll really know what it is that I have to do.
I woke up with a start at the sound of a loud noise. When I saw Andrew’s shadowy figure moving through my room, I cried out in alarm.
“Oh my god,” I yelped, covering my hand w