Pressing the button for his floor, I pace the small confines of the car, resisting the urge to twist my hair or rip my fingernails off one by one. My nerves have hit me full force and suddenly I’m not entirely sure of this plan. Kara told me earlier to just do it when she texted me his room number, but she’s bolder than I am. Standing in front of room 1620, I steel my nerves and blow out a quick breath. Okay, it’s now or never. I smooth a hand over my clothing one last time. Raising my hand, I knock on the door. Movement can be heard just beyond it and time seems to slow as I wait for Andrew to open the door. And then time stops altogether when it opens and he’s standing in front of me. Fresh from a shower, Andrew greets me in a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His hair is still damp, letting it curl slightly at the ends. I can smell his soap and cologne as they assault my senses, creating a whirlpool of sensations to run rampant throughout my body. A breathtaking smile breaks across his face when he notices me blatantly taking him in.
