Chapter 13 (Vicky's POV)
I was ready in record time. When I came down, Amy was already in her stroller and Andrew was waiting for me by the door.
I spotted Amy's bag on my way to them and picked it up.
"See you're here one day and already I have no idea what I would do without you around."
Andrew's words shocked me and I could see from his face that he was shocked as well.
I tried to brush it off and laughed nervously.
"You have done good on your own so far, so I know you're just trying to make me feel usefull."
A shadow of anger crossed his face but he masked it fast with a sexy smirk.
"I could always find new ways to make you feel usefull gorgeous."
I laughed sincerely at that because it was just so Andrew turning everything into s****l talk.
"You horn dog! Let's go or your poor daughter won't see any sun today."
I gently pushed him out the door and held out my hand for the keys, which he gave me right away. It took me by surprise again because he trusted me so unconditionally.
I quickly shook myself from my shock before he caught on to something being off.
I blocked the door and we were off.
We went to a nearby park where Amy was throwing some bread crumbs at pigeons and we were talking about everything.
I didn't even realize how much time had passed until I started to feel cold.
I rubbed my arms and Andrew immediately caught on.
"S**t. You are cold. I forgot you are not used to our temperatures. Come on. Let's get you ladies back home where you can warm up and we can put together something for dinner."
"It's not so bad but it really is getting cold, yeah."
He stood up and offered me his hand. Once on my feet, I tried to take my hand back but he just held it stronger and pulled me closer to him.
Now I wasn't so cold anymore because his warmth enveloped me.
Also my mind went to the gutter so that was another flame that kept me warm all the way to Andrew's house.
We were quiet on our way back but he didn't let go of my hand or put any distance between us.
I even felt like with every step we took he pulled me closer, if that was even possible.
Once we reached his house, he took out his keys and gave them to me to unlock the door so he could get Amy inside with both hands needed.
We made quick work of removing our sneakers and coats and while Andrew started a fire in the living room, I went to the kitchen to see what we could have for dinner.
I took a box of pasta from the cupboard and some grinded meat from the refrigerator, some spices and I was preparing pasta bolognese in no time.
Once Andrew had settledvAmy, started the fire and changed, he came into the kitchen.
His arms were around my waist in a second and I could feel his hardness pressing between my a*s cheeks.
i barely held in my gasp, but I guess I wasn't fast enough or maybe he could feel it, but Andrew started chuckling.
"Thats what you do to me. And seeing you in my kitchen just does something to my dirty mind."
I laughed. " Didn't you fulfill your kitchen fantasies this morning?"
"Not even close. You have no idea how many different scenarios I have in my head for you. And I need to make as much as possible of them a reality. Who knows, you could escape my grasp tomorrow morning."
I could hear he really thought so and it pinched at my heart to think someone had scarred my Scottish man so much.
I turned around in his arms and put both my hands on his chest.
"Now, why would you think that? I plan on saying goodbye before I leave , and I don't plan to do it for at least 13 more days. You would have to really f**k up something to make me leave without a goodbye."
He smiled at my words but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Don't make me promises you won't be able to keep love. But who knows? Maybe you realize I am not such a catch as you think. Or probably I really will f**k up something since it seems I have a talent for such things."
My heart was breaking for the beautiful man before me, and I couldn't help him anyway, since I didn't even understand what it was about.
But I couldn't expect him to tell me the whole truth since I was holding things back as well.
So instead of dwelling on things I couldn't change, I changed the topic.
"Ok. You could set the table while I finish the sauce and then we can eat."
I could see relief in his eyes because I didn't push him for answers and I could totally understand him.
Some things were better left unsaid. Especially in a territory like ours, totally uncharted.
"Deal. What can I get you to drink? Water? Wine? Beer? Or juice?"
"Hmm, a cold beer sounds good to me. You know I'm no pansy a*s and don't like wine. And they say water is no good because fishes have s*x in it. Don't want to swallow their sperm."
He was in the middle of drinking his beer and he checked on his sip at my words. Once he finally caught his breath, he started laughing uncontrollably and I couldn't help but join him. His laugh was infectious.
He took a step closer to me, pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned close like he wanted to kiss me, but at the last second, changed direction and kissed my cheek while he whispered in my ear, " You really are something else Vicky. Special in so many ways and you don't have a clue about it."
With another kiss on my cheek, he left me standing in the middle of the kitchen wide eyed and mouth gapping.
What the f**k just happened?