My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 26

Andrea woke up to the sight of the sun brightening up Lance's face and a heavy headache as the events of the night flooded her mind.

Yes, it was not the most exhausting night of her life, but it is the most tensing and emotionally-straining night ever since she was born!

As she gazes at the peaceful features of Lance sleeping, she struggled to not move a muscle in hopes to not wake him as her mind smoothly remember the night before.

After an apology between the two of them, she asked him to stay, a very risky move but realizing she was still a bit alcoholically influenced she did not mind thinking about it, not even that surprised as he lie down beside her, kissed her temples, mumbled goodnight and slept.

Her eyes travelled his face, noticing hints of facial hair on his chin, his slightly pointed nose and his youthful face, a lot had thought he was on his early thirties and if she did not grow up with his presence, she would even have a hard time grasping the truth that he is thirty-nine.

So enticed by his beauty, she did not realize his arms and legs are wrapped around her and was shaken to that reality as she felt his hold tighten, pulling her closer until she felt something.

Something pointy.

Suddenly realization dawned her, she gasped and backed away, the reaction causing Lance to wake and push her, sending her off the bed.

"Oh God! I'm sorry, Andrea," Lance said huskily, his head popping out from the bed to Andrea who was now lying on her back on the floor.

"S'alright," she mumbled, over and over again, as she sat up, "What was that?" she asked.

"What was what?"