My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 17

Eyes wide open, Andrea lie motionless on her bed. Facing the window, she watched the rain tap its glass continuously while her mind wanders off to the little incident over an hour ago.

She had walked out off that hallway, got into her room, showered, dried her hair and tucked herself in, but still the weird feeling, though it already stopped by the time the hot water of her shower nearly scalded her skin, came back to haunt her as her head hit her pillow.

It was the first time she felt it that strong and that worried her.

"This is wrong," she mumbled to herself as she turned away from the window and closed her eyes, but as she did so, instead of peaceful darkness started surrounding her, pictures of Lance started crowding the back of her lids.

With a loud groan of defeat, she exited her bed and trudged her way to the kitchen, looking for something that may lighten her mood and/or let her sleep.

Coming nearer to her refrigerator, the lights suddenly turned on. "Holy cheese!" she muttered as she slowly gained her sight.

"What is wrong with you?" she said, turning her whole profile to the half naked Lance, catching her off-guard and making a tiny gasp escape her dry mouth.

"What are you wearing?" she asked, as she turned back around, in a desperate attempt to hide the forming blush and the overly audible fast beating of her heart.

"First, nothing is wrong with me, I thought you were some thief, and I'm wearing my boxers," he answered, his voice coming closer until Andrea could see Lance in front of her, opening the refrigerator, making her turn back around.

"First time you've ever seen a man half-naked?" Lance asked from behind her.