Long story short, nothing happened between me and Andrew in the hot tub. Like nothing of the sort you're thinking about. I just couldn't, plus I wasn't in the right mental state for it.
Andrew obviously got worried about me, he thought I'm getting sick or something but I assured him that it's nothing. I convinced him that anyone can come and see us in an inappropriate situation.
So we just hugged inside the warm water, and we talked and talked. Until I felt relaxed and too numb to stay awake.
Although, unfortunately we had to go downstairs for lunch. I wish there was another way for this, other than sit in the same table with that fucker Adrian.
I tried my best to stop thinking about the kiss, I swear did. But it's all I'm thinking about since it happened. The sparkle I felt when he was close to me, his sweet manly smell, his remarkable artistic ink, and above all the feeling I felt when his lips touched mine.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!