“I take it you like it,” Andrew said.

I turned to him, still in shock.

“How?”

Andrew smirked.

“That's for me to know and for you to wonder,” he said.

I dove for him, curling my arms around his neck.

He stumbled back slightly with a soft chuckle before wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice breaking slightly.

“I'm glad you like it,” Andrew said, his tone tender.

I pulled away after a while, lacing my fingers with his eagerly.

“Come on, let's go,” I urged, dragging him inside.

A loud laugh slipped past his lips.

“Alright, bookworm.”

The moment we stepped in, it felt...