75. I Would Love For You To Be Mine

**TW: slight makeout scene**

**Andrew**

"Um..."

"Are you in love with her? I mean I often see you and Don Don sitting on the steps when you bring her home." Abigail gazed upwards as if seeing that exact memory play before her. "Talking and laughing as if you were the only two persons in the world. So, I wanted to ask what you were to each other." She shrugged. "It's not like I can ask my daughter, she'll turn into a human tomato."

Andrew chuckled but found out it came out shakier than he thought. The coolness of the house became a huge relief compared to how it was outside, yet, sweat ran down the back of his neck. His throat felt dry. His nerves didn't allow him to bring the glass to his lips.

Abigail had no ill will and she in no way tried to make him feel uncomfortable. The more time he spent in her presence the more complex his feelings were, especially now that Abigail caught him off guard. It should be simple for him shoot her a conning remark and woo her off her feet. But he couldn't. And he didn't feel like doing so.

This was the woman who raised the girl he wanted to be with. If things went well, she would be his mother-in-law one day. Maybe it was due to the humble set up of her home. All he knew was that he was here in front of this lady as Andrew Lyon, and not a noble on a mission.

If he screwed up now, he couldn't bring himself to alter her memories again. He couldn't stomach it.

He responded slowly, measuring his words as he said them. "No, we are not together."

He then bit inside his check and added, "But I do like her."

Andrew dared to try and peek at her expression, gulped when he noticed her eyes grew as wide as his palms. She seemed like she waited to say something but forced an awkward cough.

"So," Abigail tittered, hiding a smile behind her juice. "Have you told her?"

Andrew glanced to the side, mouth shifting from one corner of his face to the next. "No. I'm not even sure if she knows."

"Do you plan to tell her?"

"That's why I am here."

This time when Abigail smiled, he smiled too. "You're pretty brave to be telling me this." The wooden creaked as she learned back, hands nestled neatly on her stomach.

"I was taught it was better to be honest than live a lie."

Abigail nodded, then became quiet.

"She hates talking about you," she began. "But when I asked if you were a bad guy she got mad at me and defended you. She said, and I quote, 'he is a dummy at times, but he's too nice for his own good'."

Andrew focused his gaze to the ground. He took a few gulps from the cup in an attempt to cool his cheeks.

"Donya is my only daughter, and I would kill anyone that hurt her. She is a soft child, but she is kind and capable."

"I can't say I would kill someone, but you'd be sure they'd never approach Don again if they valued their peace."

"Haha, sure." She checked her phone. "My baby will be here soon. Let me make something straight, no matter what happens between you two tonight, you are not allowed to have s-x under any means."

"I never wanted to have sex with her, Miss Hart. Anything that will happen between us will take place no sooner than four months, and that's only if it's something she wants. I'm here to woo your daughter, not enjoy her for a night."

Abigail leaned her head back and laughed. "Ugh! What is with you youth!"

Then they both burst out laughing.

That's how Donya came in and saw them. When she recognises Andrew she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Perfect, you're here!" Abigail walked over to her daughter and kisses her cheek, taking the car keys out of her head. "I was just having a chat with your friend. You two go talk while I get ready for work, ok?"

She left them alone, patting Andrew on the back as she passes by.

"Why are you here?" She asked when they entered her room. Andrew felt for the switch and turned on the lights, wasting no time.

"Do you have feelings for me, Donya?"

His question caught her off guard so much that she spun around and stared at him. The look in her beautiful eyes telling him all he needed to know.

Still, she shook her head and attempted to hide it. "Will you always come here to bother me and ask me stupid questions?"

"Today will be the last day." Andrew stepped closer. "And I'm on the fence about whether it could be called stupid. Because if you asked me the same question, I would say yes."

He took a chance, rising his hand to touch and hold the right side of her face. She leaned into it, mouth slightly open. "I would love to have you in my arms." He leaned forward. Donya's breath hitched. "I would love to kiss these lips of yours." He ran a thumb over them. "I would love to have you in my life, Donya." Donya blinked as Andrew's head blocked the light from her vision, his hot batting against her flesh. It made her blush. "I would love for you to be mine." It was too late now.

He closed in and she met him, moaning slightly as she sank into the kiss. She enveloped him in her arms. He didn't hesitate to pull her into his chest and showed her just how much he loved her with his tongue.

Heat journeyed to his lower half as her hips brushed his groin. He could feel her hot chest even through his chest.

Andrew stopped kissing her and tilted his head to land kisses from her cheeks to below her neck. He pulled the collar of her shirt down, closing his eyes and taking a bit of her b-east into his mouth, sucking it. Donya's shivering fingers became firm as they held on to his hair. When he was done he licked the spot and kissed it, watching as the skin darken into a hickey.

He stood back up and continued to kiss her, planting little pecks on those cute lips of hers that became separated by longer kisses.

"Andrew," Donya pulled away. Andrew looked into her eyes and waited. "Are you going away tonight?"