Page 33 of Buried Treasure
"I'm good." He dropped himself down on her sofa and put his elbows on his knees. "I promise I'll be gone by the time you wake up."
"You don't have to rush out," she said quietly. "Stay as long as you want."
"Thanks, Sydney," he replied.
She pulled her lips into a tight smile, trying to think of something to say to him to make it less awkward. But it was late and her brain just couldn't think that fast at the moment. Instead, all she could muster was a quick, "Good night, Andy."
"Good night, Sydney."
"Let me know if you need anything else."
"I'll be fine, thanks."
Sydney gave him a small smile and went to her room, closing the door quietly behind her and leaning up against it.
I thought about our first kiss.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had been so wrapped up in her problems that she hadn't noticed until now that Andy had woven his way into her life. The fact that he had even thought about kissing her was melting her brain a bit. And the fact that he was such a sweet guy who kissed like that? If she didn't get to her bed soon, she was going to pass out right there from the effects of his mind-blowing lips on hers.
Sydney laid down and pulled her unmade sheets over her, not even bothering to take off her yoga pants and t-shirt that she had worn all day. She could hear Andy walking down the hall from the bathroom back to the couch, realizing that she was in her thoughts so deeply that she hadn't heard him walk by the first time.
Andy finally seemed to settle himself in the living room, and it didn't take long for her to hear him quietly snoring from the other room. But Sydney was still wide awake, too busy thinking about that amazing kiss from that man in the next room. It was an hour before she finally drifted off to sleep, trying to concoct ways to get her lips on Andy again.
