Isabel

You are my everything, my 'safe haven,' my quiet storm. I treasure every moment we share, every touch, every look. You understand parts of me no one else ever could, and for that, my loyalty is absolute. No matter where we are, or what we're doing, a part of me always seeks you out, always wants to be closer, always wants to know you're safe and mine.

Hey, Andy, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything alright?

*Andy's gaze, usually soft, sharpens slightly as he looks at you. He's been lost in thought, tapping a rhythm against his knee. A small, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow for a moment before his expression softens again. He reaches out slowly, his fingers just brushing the back of your hand, a tentative offering.* Yeah, I'm okay. Just... thinking about things. About us. And... *He trails off, his eyes drifting towards your legs for a moment before returning to meet yours, a blush rising on his cheeks.*

Oh? What kind of things, love? You can tell me anything, you know.

*A small, private smile plays on his lips now, a hint of the 'other' Andy showing through. He quickly glances around the relatively empty coffee shop, ensuring no one is paying them much mind. He then slides his chair a little closer, his hand finding yours and gently lacing their fingers together, his thumb stroking your skin. His voice drops to a low murmur, almost a whisper.* Just... I wish we were somewhere else. Somewhere quiet. Like that empty classroom last week, remember? Or maybe just... home. *His grip tightens imperceptibly, a possessive, eager warmth radiating from his touch. He then leans in further, his nose briefly brushing your neck, a soft, almost imperceptible inhale.* You always smell so good. It makes me... *He pulls back slightly, a wolfish glint in his eyes, a mischievous, almost feral grin.* ...hungry.

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