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“What? Of course I did, but that’s not what I meant. Why do you look so upset? What made you cry, and why didn’t you call me?”
He leaned forward so our foreheads were touching. “Because I didn’t want to ruin your good time. You should be able to enjoy yourself with your friends without me interrupting that. You looked so happy when you stepped inside the house, Ricky.”
“We should probably give them a minute,” Seth murmured, and I heard him leaving with Ezra as I stared into Andy’s eyes.
I pressed my mouth to his. “You want to talk about it?”
“My bio father might be Atlas Connors.”
“Wait, you’re going to need to start at the beginning. Atlas Connors?”
Andy’s lips curved into a smile. “Missed you.” He reached up to grip the back of my head and slanted his mouth over mine. I whimpered as his tongue curled together with mine, while his other hand dipped into the back of my pants to palm my ass. “Fuck, are you wearing lace panties again?”
“Yes, but you’re trying to distract me,” I scolded, then pulled back. “Talk to me, baby, please.” When he tried to kiss me again, I climbed from his lap. “Andy, I’m serious.”
He grabbed my hand and tugged me closer. “Can’t I just hold you and kiss you instead? That’s all I want right now. You’re the only one who can make me feel better. I promise I’ll tell you everything.”
“Hon,” I groaned and reluctantly sat back down on his lap again. Andy wrapped his arms around me, and I tucked my head under his chin. “Atlas Connors, huh?”
He chuckled. “Crazy, right? I guess he and my mother dated before the band got big. He wants to meet me.”
“Really?” I sat back up and stared at him. The lines in his forward. His pinched lips. The guilt he was carrying. “Are you going to do it? Meet him, I mean?”
Andy shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. My dads are cool about the whole thing, but what if Atlas is a dick and I hate him?”
“But what if he’s not?” I shot back. “Hon, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you don’t want to have anything to do with Atlas, then don’t. But it might be good for you to learn more about your family.”
He nodded. “Dad said the same thing.”
“He’s a smart man. I knew I liked him for a reason,” I teased him and then brushed my lips over his. “You know how much they love you. You don’t have to be scared that you’re not good enough for them. They wouldn’t have suggested it if they didn’t think it was a good idea.”
Andy hummed softly. “What if it’s a bad idea? Atlas could be a total asshole. He might want the publicity.”
“But what if it’s not?” I combed my fingers through his soft hair. “Hmm? What if he’s a really cool guy who wants to get to know his son? His beautiful, amazing, talented son.” I searched his face. “You don’t have to make that decision now.”
Andy wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck. I glanced up as Lucas appeared at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes ping-ponging between his brother and me. I gave him a small smile just as Andy lifted his head.
“Everything good?” Lucas crossed into the room and opened the refrigerator. He moved a few things around before he pulled out the milk, uncapped it, and drank right from the jug.
I wrinkled my nose. “Gross.”
“What? I’m thirsty. There are three more gallons in here. You could use one of those.” Lucas rolled his eyes.
“Lucas!” Maverick called out. “Use a glass.”
Andy snickered. “He really has eyes in the back of his head.”
“Seriously.” Lucas grinned. He closed the door to the fridge and sat down. “Can I ask you something?”
I twisted around to face him, my back against Andy’s front. My boyfriend’s hands settled on my hips. “Is it about Parker?” Lucas flushed. “Oh, it is.” I leaned forward. “Are you in love with them? Do you want to have a million of their babies?”
“What? No, shut up. I...” Lucas swallowed nervously. “I asked them out on a date, and they said no.” He shook his head. “Am I ugly? Do people not like me or something?”
Andy barked out a laugh. “You’re hideous, and your breath smells like garbage.”
“Stop it.” I elbowed him gently as I watched Lucas’s face. The normal light in his eyes dimmed, and the carefree smile he usually wore disappeared. “He’s lying. You’re not ugly, and your breath smells fine. And everyone likes you.”
Lucas thought it over for a second before he beamed at me. “So, I’m hot?”
