3. On my nerves

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I stop on the door and gawk at Andrew. Who's wearing only sweatpants. No shirt.

Damn, he's hotter than I've imagined. And I have a pretty good imagination. Usually, I picture everything so much better than the reality that I'm often disappointed. But not this time, no, not with him.

I'm so thrilled, I can't even count right now and math is one of my favorite subjects. Anyway, I'm quite sure he has at least six packs.

If I wasn't worried by the way he is grinning, I would be cleaning my drool right now. However, my concern is: he's up to something. His whole demeanor screams threat. Something will come up, or maybe it already did.

He has been at home all this time, is it possible that he eavesdropped on us?

It can't be, he would have opened the door for us, right? It's what any normal person would do.

I turned to Dani, who is smiling, watching Andrew with a triumphant expression on her face.

"So, Andrew;" I clean my throat before I start talking, moistening my suddenly dry lips while I return to look at him.

He has the same grin on his face, and for an odd reason, it's enervating me.

"Did you copy the keys?"

"Yes. I put them on the counter. You're a football fan?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, taking my keys.

Football, I hate football. Where this came from?

"Your keys chain is from the PSG team."

Oh! I stare at him understanding it, British people. I discern his accent getting stronger when he says football. It's soccer darling, but you look so sexy saying football that I don't even mind.

"Yeah, I'm a PSG fan."

I love soccer since I'm a little girl and played with my brother and his friends. In high school, I played on the school soccer team and it provides me today a scholarship since I'm on the college team.

Well, being precise, I am on the college second team. I didn't get to the first one.

"Unusual for a girl," he states leaning against the kitchen cupboard and crossing his arms on his chest.

"What is unusual?" I cross my arms as well staring back at him.

"That I have keys? Or a key chain? Or a key chain from a soccer team? Or that the soccer team is a French one?" I questioned annoyed, I ignore the fact that his biceps are now in full display.

He's wakening the worst on me. I was in a pretty good mood. I had a normal day. Being locked outside my apartment hasn't ruined it. I merely came inside facing him grinning and 'bang'!

I'm hating that look on his face saying 'I know something that you don't'.

"Wow, I didn't mean to offend you. Just never saw a girl fan of football and supporting a team that never won a Champions League." He teased, adjusting his grin to a smirk for a few seconds and wakening the rest of my bad side.

"Yeah, I hope you are watching it to not miss their victory this year. Neymar is playing better than never, and I won't start talking about Mbappé."

"I'm watching, but they don't stand a chance against Chelsea!"

"With your defense? I doubt you'll arrive at the quarterfinals!" My voice reaches a high volume, without realising I'm almost screaming.

"Ok angry birds. I think me and Char-Char here have heard enough about soccer for the whole year. The important topic is what Charles will cook for diner. I'm starving." Dani intervenes in our discussion.

"Angry birds?" It's all I ask frowning.

"The right expression would be love birds. But let's face it, you both have nothing lovely ongoing in your discussion, so Charles?"

"Char-char Dani, really? I hope this is the first and the last time. It's hard enough my little sister calling me Char." He flinches and I smile, it switches positively my humor.

"So, what you guys want to eat?"

"Something healthy. Salad or vegetables." Dani said while I demand; "Something fat, with lots and lots of cheese, please," I look hopefully at Char.

"Andrew, you'll be the tiebreaker, what do you prefer?"

Andrew seems to find it amusing to push my buttons. So I must say Hello vegetables, bye-bye cheese.

"Something with cheese would be good."

He doesn't seem stressed about our discussion as I am. But again, I'm not disturbingly grinning as he is.

"Ok, I'll do stuff potatoes, with a lot of cheese," Charles says, glancing at me," and some vegetables on the side," then at Dani.

Of course, he would. He treats her like a sister. He's used to having her around and I know he appreciates and takes care of her. It's the reason why Dani's parents rented an apartment for her in front of ours. They knew she would be safe nearby us.

"I presume we can watch safely the match tonight, right?" Suggested Andrew, already on the way to the couch with two beers in his hands.

"Dortmund and Liverpool, right? We won't have a problem with that. You're supporting Dortmund as well?" I returned.

I'll support Dortmund tonight because whoever wins this match will play against PSG in the next one. And they'll be easier to play against than Liverpool. Andrew, as a Chelsea supporter, probably hates Liverpool, they're rivals.

"Yeah. Come." He said tapping the couch and offering me a beer.

I sit down, he smiles and gives me one of his beers.

"Why are you a PSG supporter?" He asks sipping his beer.

"I don't know," I pause reflecting on his question.

"I guess it's from my French classes. When I used to learn about French culture. I always enjoyed soccer and my teacher used it to attract my attention. I can say it worked." I finish smiling at him and taking a sip of my beer.

The game starts as we stop talking. My brother comes to check the match occasionally. Dani is on the corner, sitting on a dark brown armchair, the same color as her hair, reading one of her psychology books.

Andrew and I are on the couch attentive to the match until I sense him brushing his knee on mine. The simple act has my full attention but I pretend it didn't happen. And he does it again, over and over. A few light touches here and there, and each time he does it, it gives me chills.

I'm very aware of him. It's impossible to concentrate on the match anymore. We're so close I feel the heat coming from his body. I perceive him glancing at me on a few occasions, giving the impression he's touching me on purpose.

Very often, he's touching my knee with his own or rubbing softly his arm against mine. And without realizing I start doing just the same. Each opportunity I have, I touch him, slightly, just to taste his soft and warm skin.

It's genuine. And it's as every nerve in my body is alive spreading electricity between them.

He's a magnet that attracts me, driving my body to be closer, leaning in his direction. I'm feeling his touch even where he's not touching me. He has my body's full attention.

There is something about him... I was mad at him one hour ago and now all I want is to touch every single part of him. I can't control it. It's like we're in our little world until we're called back.

"Dinner is ready!" I jump coming back to reality when Charles calls us. I was so absorbed, I barely paid attention to the match.

I get up from the couch. Before I head to the table Andrew stands up as well, at the exact moment I'm passing in front of him, touching my back with the front of his body.

Melting me, simply with his chest and his hot breath on my neck. My body shivers with the contact, not wanting to move away.

But I have to, unfortunately. Pretending nothing happened I sit on my chair and join the tasty diner.

My brother prepared a four-cheese sauce coating the potatoes with crispy bacon on the top, and it's divine.  Even the vegetables are good. Char has cooked it with butter and garlic. It's very tasty.

"God Char, everything is so yummy!"

"That's orgasmic food", Dani complements. And if she used this specific word, she really appreciated it.

"That's really good, but an orgasm is so much better than that." Of course, it was Andrew declaiming and winking at me.

I look down hiding my blush, after glancing at each side of the table, being sure no one caught it. I try hiding it with my hands but I still can hear his chuckles.

Before leaving, I go to my room to get my vibrator hidden there.

I go down and start to search for it under the bed, but I can't find anything. It's empty.

I use the light of my phone to inspect every corner under the bed when I hear someone clearing his throat behind me.

"What are you looking for?"

I turn my face finding Andrew leaning on the door watching me amused.

"Uh, nothing special," I answered embarrassed.

"Not that I mind watching you searching like that," he bites his lip and I just realized I'm on the floor on all fours giving him the nicest view of my ass.

I quickly adjust myself changing the position I'm in, while he continues.

"But if you tell me exactly what you are looking for," it doesn't go unnoticed how he stresses the 'exactly'. "I can help you find it. You never know, maybe I took it by mistake."

He has now the same grin he had when we have entered the apartment. That grin telling me he knows something I don't, and I rise thinking he knows exactly what I'm looking for.

I stop searching for it and just stand in front of him perplexed. Is he saying what I think he is saying?

Does he have my vibrator with him? Please tell me I'm overreacting, that I've misunderstood.

To prove my assumptions right he concludes.

"Oh Kelsey, I can help you find it. I can also help you using it."


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