Call Me Andrew

Andrew

“Uh, Dad? Wait up, will you?”

“Oh. Sorry.” I stopped so Raven could catch up.

“You’re acting so weird,” she pouted. “What’s wrong with you?”

My face flamed. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

I’d finally met a woman I was attracted to that didn’t seem like a total nutcase. That’s what was wrong with me.

Now I had to make sure she possessed the rest of the necessary criteria.

Arriving at the corner gallery, I opened the door for Raven, letting her enter first. Automatically, my eyes swept the space, looking for Lanie. At the sight of her, standing near a wall talking to a woman, desire rumbled deep in my core.

How had I gone so long without getting a woman in my bed? The last few months, being alone had seemed fine. Looking at Lanie then, I figured I must have been out of my fucking mind.

It was the flowing skirt, the tight leggings. The headband holding back that short hair. The way her eyes lit up when she looked around the room and noticed me. It was just everything about the girl.

She