“Of course not.” He pulled out of me, immediately making me miss the feel of him. He walked over to his closet, tossing the condom away.
“What are you doing?” I sat up.
“Getting dressed.”
“For what?”
“So I can take you home.” He slipped into a pair of pants. “And so I can go to sleep.” He put on a shirt, and then he looked over at me. “How long do you think it’ll take you to get ready?”
“I don’t want you to take me home.” I shook my head. “I want to stay.”
“Here?” he looked utterly confused.
“Yes, here.”
“As in overnight?”
I nodded, and he stood there staring at me as if I’d just asked him to do the unthinkable. The look he was giving me was one of anguish, regret, and for a second I almost felt bad about suggesting it.
“Aubrey, I don’t...” He sighed. “I’ve never let someone spend the night.”
“Then let me be your first...”
He continued staring at me, tapping his chin, and then he walked over to his closet and grabbed a set of white pajamas.
“You can sleep in these...” He held them out for me.
I reached out to take them but he shook his head.
“Stand up.”
I slid off the bed and stood in front of him.
He took his time helping me into the button up shirt—kissing every inch of my exposed skin until he reached the top button, and when he was finished he kissed my lips.
I expected him to hold out the pants next, but he tossed them across the room. “Get in the bed.”
Smiling, I slipped underneath the sheets as he hit the lights.
He joined me in bed seconds later, pulling me against his chest.
“Are you happy?” he whispered.
“Yes...”
“Are you sure? Is there anything else outside of my comfort zone that you’d like me to do for you tonight?”
“Not tonight, but you could make me breakfast in the morning.”
“You’re pushing it...”
“Just in case you change your mind, I would like Belgian waffles, bacon, sliced strawberries, and orange juice.”
“Unless you want to eat all of those things off of my cock, it’s not happening.” He pinched my ass. “Go to sleep, Aubrey.”
***
In the morning, I opened my eyes and realized I was alone in Andrew’s bed. I looked over at where he’d been sleeping and spotted a note on GBH stationery: