Interrupted

Lanie

Andrew sighed, and I gave him a timid, encouraging smile.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted.

“I bet most people feel that way.”

He shook his head. “It’s good that she’s going out. She didn’t used to. But now that she’s acting normal again, I’m left with a whole new problem.”

“That of raising a teenager?”

“Exactly.” He laughed.

I lifted a shoulder. “Sorry. I wish I could be more help.”

“This is your job, isn’t it?” He reached across the table and took my hand in his. Flipping my arm over, his fingers ran up and down the delicate spot there. Pleasure danced through me.

“Um, what were we talking about again?”

Andrew smiled. “Nothing,” he whispered. “We’re finally alone.”

“Yeah,” I thickly gasped. “We are.”

For a long moment, we stayed where we were, his fingers dancing across my arm. After days of yearning for his touch, getting it made me feel so good I was afraid I’d pass out.

“Want to see the living room?” he asked after a while.

I’d already gotten a peek at it ea