ManyWriters

I woke up in a stranger's bed after drowning my sorrows at a bar, having discovered my boyfriend's infidelity. To my shock, I found myself entangled with Andrew Wallace, my boyfriend's closest friend. Our bodies were intimately close, my fair-skinned leg draped over his midsection. "Andrew? What's going on? Why am I here?" I asked in confusion. "Oh no, please tell me we didn't... do anything last night?" Andrew chuckled darkly, grasping my chin. "I should be the one asking that. Do you recall what you did to me, Bennett?" The day before was supposed to be a romantic surprise

One Night's Mistake

Andrew's career often required him to work late, but he always found ways to look after me with his understated thoughtfulness. Recently, he dedicated a weekend to preparing multiple servings of my preferred ravioli, meticulously storing them in the freezer. "Just warm these up when I'm not around," he said with a grin, making sure I wouldn't have to struggle with meals after long days.


I introduced Andrew to my family last week. To say they were impressed would be putting it mildly. His authentic, sincere manner and attentiveness to every small detail left a lasting impression. My mother couldn't stop praising his politeness and kindness, while my typically reserved father even managed a rare smile when Andrew skillfully prepared a dish that could compete with professional chefs.


"Where did you learn to cook so well?" Mom inquired, her eyes gleaming as she sampled the meal.


Chapter 12