My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 42

The kiss was not like their first.

Instead of being gentle and slow, like Andrea imagined every kiss with Lance would be, it was rough and strong. Filled with longing and hot passion, and to her surprise, she liked it even more.

"Andrea," Lance said after pulling away.

Andrea kept her eyes closed, letting the sensation of Lance's kiss travel through her system, awakening every kind of awareness that she did not know existed.

She rested her head against Lance's forehead and sighed comfortably.

Oh, how I love this man so much! She thought.

As the words filter through her brain, she opened her eyes and moved away from Lance. Her mind filled with question only Lance can answer.

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Lance looked at Andrea, surprised. He loved how she felt while he held her against him. He loved how content Andrea was, just leaning against him. He loved her sweet response. And most of all, he loved her. He loves her.

His eyes tried to search Andrea's widened ones, having a hard time deciphering her thoughts.

"What are you thinking?" Lance asked as he took a step closer to Andrea.

She stepped back and Lance felt the worst thing he ever had the chance to feel, hurt.

Andrea turned her attention to her feet and remained standing still, her creepy way of thinking stuffs through.

"Hey," Lance said as he moved closer to Andrea, and felt relieved as she did not move away, and held her at arm's length.

Slowly lifting her eyes to his, Lance watched Andrea as vulnerability took over her.

"You're 39," she whispered.

"What's wrong with my age?" Lance asked her as he slowly envelope her with his arms.

"You're my father's best friend," Andrea continued with her thoughts, not even answering Lance's question.