CHAPTER 61

  Caroline

  This must be hell. Andrew gave me time to think about us, and I didn't have it in me to turn him down right away. I will turn him down, but I will pretend to think about it to make him happy.

  In my world, that is giving someone false hope, but Andrew doesn't seem to agree. He is happy I "decided" to think about it, and now he lounges in my bed. Shirtless. Delicious, and eating my chocolate bar.

  "I was going to eat that chocolate bar..." I sound like a brat, but I'm grumpy because it was my KitKat.

  "You snooze, you lose."

  I snort. "Excuse me?" I can't hide the smile spreading over my lips. Andrew says the craziest things. "This is my apartment. You don't just go and raid people's fridges. And PLEASE, put on a shirt, will you?"

  "Why?"

  Andrew looks up at me in alarm, like I'm the crazy one and what he is doing is normal. I can't believe this... I'm standing by the door, unsure what he is doing inside my bedroom in the first place.