"Oh, baby! I'm sorry," Andrew said as he came down to me. He took my face in his hands.
"It's ok. It was my fault. I shouldn't have been late," I responded. Andrew leaned in to kiss me. Our lips parted. "Now what's that surprise you had for me?"
"Come with me and I'll show you." We stood up together and Andrew led me into the kitchen area. When we got there, I saw that the table was set nicely.
"What's this?"
"Happy two month anniversary." He kissed me.
"Oh, Andrew. It's so nice. Thank you so much." Andrew went over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs. I walked over to the chair and sat down. "Thank you," I said as he pushed in my chair.
He went into the kitchen and got two plates. He sat one down in front of me and the other in front of his chair. He sat down in his chair. We ate our dinner in silence, mostly. When Andrew finished he stood up. He took his plate, then took mine and put them in the sink.
I stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down. When Andrew sat down on the couch, he kissed me. I parted my lips and he slipped his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with such passion.
"Andrew, I love you," I said as our lips shortly parted. He kissed me again.
"I love you, too, Amanda," Andrew responded. "You are so... beautiful," Andrew said as he looked me up and down. We continued to kiss. He moved down towards my neck. Then down to my shoulder. He moved the strap of my dress down. Andrew kissed me on my lips again. He slipped his hand under my dress and moved it up my leg. I gently moaned as he passionately kissed me.
I tried pushing him away, but he continued to kiss me.
When I took a breath, I said, "Andrew, I love you, but I'm not ready."
He just continued.
"Andrew, please," I said again.
"Fine," Andrew said sternly, while backing away from me.
"Don't be mad."
"If you're not ready, then you're not ready. Let's go." Andrew grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
"Andrew?"
"What?!"
"Are you upset with me?"
"Let's just go." He walked out the door and waited in the hall. I stood up and walked out the door. He closed the door and we walked out to his car. He didn't put his arm around me. He wouldn't hold my hand. He wouldn't even touch me. When we reached his car, he opened the passenger side door. I sat down in the car, and Andrew slammed the door. He walked around the car got in the driver's seat. The whole ride to my house, neither of us spoke. There was a strong tension in the car.
We reached my house and he pulled into the driveway.
"Andrew, are you mad?"
"Get out, just get out. I don't know what to think right now."
"Ok. Goodnight then. I love you." I opened the car door and walked up to my front door. When I was inside and the door was closed, I ran up to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me. I fell to the floor, crying.
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