Andrew's POV:
I take my time making Clara a sandwich. I really do love teasing her. I can feel her gaze on me and I can hear her foot tapping impatiently.
I want to f*ck her.
I know I should take her on a date first; dinner or something. Problem is I want her right now. I've been hard for hours and it's beginning to take its toll. I make my way back to her with her sandwich.
"Are you not hungry?" she asks.
"No. I had an apple a little while ago," I tell her and notice her smirking at me. I almost ask her about it but decide against it when she offers me half her sandwich.
"I can share," she says.
"Thank you."
I'm not hungry but I'd never refuse anything she offered me. We eat quietly and when we're finished, I place her plate in the sink. I need to get her out of this apartment, if we're not going to have sex today. I should have thought this through better.
"Andrew." She sounds uncertain as I turn to face her.
"Yeah Clara?"