Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Francesca sat there, completely stunned. It felt like all the air had been sucked from her lungs. She thought, 'Did... did this guy just do what I think he did?'

She had practically offered him her lips, yet he did not kiss her. All he did was unbuckle her damn seatbelt.

Francesca silently cursed Andrew for being an idiot. The perfect moment was right there, and he ruined it.

Her face burned with embarrassment as frustration bubbled up inside her. Then, she let out a huff, sulking like a child.noveldrama

Andrew raised a brow. "What's wrong, Fran? Are you feeling sick again?"

Francesca let out a sharp laugh. "Nope. Don't worry about it!"

Andrew smirked. "Say that again."

"I said-don't worry about it! Don't. Worry. About. It. What are you gonna do about

it, huh?" Her voice rose in irritation, her temper flaring as she glared at him.

Without warning, Andrew's large hand pinched her soft, delicate cheek. He grinned and teased, "Say it one more time."

Francesca's eyes widened in shock. Flustered, she squirmed. "Andrew, you jerk! Let go! It hurts!"

Yet, Andrew did not let go. Instead, he leaned in-pressing his lips against hers in a deep, heated kiss.

Francesca's eyes flew open in shock. Her mind went completely blank. Soon, a fiery, overwhelming heat surged through her, taking over her senses like an unstoppable wave.

"Andrew... softer," she whispered breathlessly, her voice barely louder than a kitten's purring.

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself closer. She could feel the firm muscles beneath his shirt, the defined ridges of his chest. The heat radiating from his body made her pulse race, her whole body tingling.

Her lips were completely captured by his. Her eyes fluttered open for brief moments before closing again, lost in the sensation. It was as if she had no control over herself-every part of her was sinking into him.

Andrew let out a low, husky breath near her ear.

Francesca's heart pounded wildly. A rush of anticipation swirled in her chest, making her dizzy.

Her mind raced as she thought, 'Oh no... this is happening. It's really happening!'

Suddenly, she gasped as her whole body was lifted off the seat. Before

she could process it, Andrew had pulled her into his arms, placing her directly onto his lap.

"Andrew, you..."

Her heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst. There was excitement, but also nervousness flicker of hesitation mixed with the thrill.

AQUMS

Last time, everything had been hazy, a blur between consciousness and unconsciousness. However, this time was different.

This time, she was fully aware of every touch, every caress-every place his hands lingered. And every single one sent shivers down her spine.

Andrew chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "I seem to remember someone sending me a lot of late-night texts, trying to tempt me."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "Well, Fran... since you wanted it so badly, I think it's time I grant your wish."

Francesca barely clung to her last shred of sanity. She struggled slightly, her voice

soft and pleading. "Andrew, wait-I-I'm not ready. Not yet."

Andrew's eyes darkened with heat as he took in her flushed cheeks and her trembling body.

He smirked. "That's okay. I'm ready, and that's all that matters."

Francesca gasped and quickly pressed a hand over his lips. Her eyes were wide, filled with desperation.

"Andrew, please listen to me first," she whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.

Andrew arched a brow. "And what exactly do you have to say?"

Francesca bit her lip, hesitating. Her voice was almost too soft to hear just... Just think we should move to the bedroom. The car is too O cramped."