I could feel Andrew behind me. His strong arms, holding me tightly against his body, made me smile. I didn't know how many times we had sex, but I was exhausted, and it was worth it. Sex with Brandon was good, but I didn’t realize what I was missing. Andrew’s tongue, touch, kisses, and motion were something I had never experienced. I carefully rolled over to see his sleeping face. His full lips were closed tightly as he quietly breathed through his nose. His long, thick eyelashes were spread out over his beautiful face. I eased out of his arms, and the bed. I had to hold in the moan of pain from between my legs. No, I wasn't a virgin, but it had been a while since I had had sex. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up the best I could. When I stepped back out, I saw Andrew was still asleep. I hated to leave him, but I needed to go home. I quietly got dressed, and kissed his cheek as I walked out. “Well, someone is doing the walk of shame,”
