12 - Take me, Andy, I want you.

Two weeks passed like the wind and the pair lived peacefully. Susan had gotten used to Andrews' presence, expecting him to be the first person she saw when she woke up and the last person she saw before going to bed. His cooking had also improved and he never did anything to irritate her or aggravate her germaphobe. When he was certain that Susan was asleep, he would call Greg for an update on everything that happened in the company.

It was as if Andrew knew her better than she knew herself, changing the sheets on time and making her small apartment spotlessly clean. Susan was so used to his presence that she began to fear. What if he left her? What if things got better for him and he decided to go? Or what if he got a girlfriend? Will she be able to watch him leave? She couldn't help being greedy and not encouraging him to get a job anymore. Their life was perfect this way and nothing else mattered.

She felt attracted to him but didn't have a hold on him and besides, he was just her