Chapter 68.

Andy’s POV:

Harris was leaning forward, his hands were still holding my waist, while mine were placed on his bare chest. My lips parted, and he closed his eyes. I pushed his chest gently, he opened his eyes, the surprise was clear on his face. “Andy?” he called out my name, his voice came out husky and soft.

I looked away from him, I could feel his disappointment as I slide off the counter. “you’re drunk Harris” I said, I was upset that he’s drunk, if he wasn’t drunk, I’d be in his arms right away.

I walked away from him, making my way out of the kitchen, couldn’t catch my breath. I sighed, feeling a tear coming down my cheek, “God!!” I breathed out, running my hands through my hair, I had hoped he was sober, if only he was sober. Well, it’s just too good to be true.

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I was awake for an hour, but I couldn’t leave the bed, I was daydreaming about Harris. What could’ve happened if he wasn’t drunk? I shook my head, I know this isn’t real, none of it! he’ll never notice