3 Chapter 3

Andy's POV

"Hey bestie," I gushed once I pulled the door open and smiled up at him, drinking in his ungodly presence. Fuck, Ash was extremely hot. He stood at 6'3, which made my head stop in the middle of his chest, to my disappointment. His blond curls bond back with a white scarf tied around the front edges of his hair, giving him a scorching and badass look.

Ash groaned in irritation like he always does each time I called him 'bestie,' but I've never dropped that nickname because Ash never gets worked up on a typical day, which made his once in a while 'fake glares' and 'grumbles' cute as fuck.

"Andy," Ash's deep voice vibrated a little, and that voice sent a slight shiver down my spine as he stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him. He lifted his nose and inhaled deeply, and I watched as a beautiful, mesmerizing smile broke out on his face, cute dimples popping their ways into his two cheeks.

"I perceived the heavenly smell of those cupcakes some houses away, but here, it smells like third heaven... they're cupcakes, right?" Ash finally asked, dragging his eyes from above my head to stare down at me after taking in deep inhales of the smell of the Pastries into his lungs.

I chuckled at his blatant excitement; Ashcan be such a big baby sometimes, especially if junks were involved.

"Yes, Ash. I promised to make them this morning."

"Oh fuck, I love you!" Ash gushed out, his dimpled cheeks spreading out into another smile, and I couldn't help but look away from that sight as a warm feeling started to bloom in the middle of my chest, I knew it was just the cupcakes talking and not Ash, but that didn't stop my heart from skipping a few beats.

"You alright, Andy?" Ash asked, his smile turning into a slight frown immediately. I blinked up at him before shaking my head and stretching my cheeks in a small reassuring smile.

"I'm perfectly alright. Go take a shower so we can see the newly released episodes of money heist together and eat the cupcakes."

"Oh, alright." His smile was back on his face once again at the mention of the cupcakes, and I chuckled fondly, watching as he was almost breaking into a run, on the way to his bedroom, due to how excited he was.

"Bring a big blanket too, and we're cuddling," I shouted once his door got pushed shut, and in a few seconds, the door got pulled open to reveal Ash's poked-out head.

"Do we have to?"

He whined questioningly, and I rolled my eyes as I made my way to the kitchen. "Yes, Ash, It is. You know how much I love cuddling with my best friend. Hurry up before I eat all these cupcakes myself." I called out from the kitchen as I thumbed my phone open and clicked on iMessages to reply to my received texts without even touching the cupcakes.

"Fine, just don't start eating them without me," Ash grumbled before I heard his door slam shut.

I knew that what I was doing wasn't fair to him by using our friendship as an excuse to lay on his chest, and get clouded by his woody, enticing scent, and to feel his strong arm around my body while watching a movie or listening to music– but a guy has got to do all that is needed to do in this situation, I'd happily grab any opportunity I could use to get myself into his arms without a second thought.

I knew he didn't completely hate our cuddling sessions since he could perfectly stand on his own decision if he didn't want to cuddle. Still, he only tries to half-heartedly disagree at first on most occasions before wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me firmly into his side in such a possessive way that usually makes my insides flutter intensely.

I replied to the few texts Emma left me by sending a voice recording in return, checking a few more texts before moving to Snapchat and checking the group chats. With no critical texts left to reply, I set my phone to silence and turned off my data connection before inserting it into my shorts pocket.

I pulled off the carton which I placed over the cupcakes and inhaled the sugary scent before grinning in delight and glee at how pretty my handiwork had turned out to be.

"Oh God, it smells so amazing." Ash's voice groaned unexpectedly from the kitchen entrance in such a deep and sinful way, and I jolted a little without thankfully hitting the cake in surprise this time. I turned around and choked on my spit as soon as my eyes settled on his naked chest, which was still a little wet from his recent shower. I swallowed thickly before willing my stupid body to behave as I forced a smile unto my reddened face.

"I spent half of today making these," I informed him after a few moments as I turned back to the cupcakes, taking in deep breaths to stop my mind from beating too fast because I knew he'd be able to hear it racing fast in a few seconds from now and he'd get worried instantly.

He finally walked into the kitchen and, for a weird reason, decided to stand behind my back to my complete horror while glancing over my head at the cupcakes.

"It looks..." Ash trailed off, and I swallowed once again, feeling a shudder run down my spine as his wet chest pressed against every part of my back. My heat was around the corner, which made me a lot sensitive to scents, especially the scent of this particular Alpha standing behind me and effortlessly caging me against the counter with his big and wide body,

I puffed out a shaky breath and started to speak when Ash completely went silent, his body still standing behind mine, and I was very much aware of his presence behind me.

"A little queer?" I suggested shakily, wincing instantly at how my voice had sounded to my ears.

He laughed a little, his deep and throaty laugh sounded low with so many vibrations, and a tiny whimper slipped out my lips so fast I couldn't even attempt to hold it back because it had utterly caught me unaware.

I felt his chest vibrate against my back in low rumbles as he finally replied. "A lot queer, actually. Although, I was about to say it looks like a rainbow-filled cloud, you know? When heavy rain falls for hours and rainbows just peek out of the sky beautifully, that was what it reminded me of."

I nodded my head numbly, forcing myself not to breathe in his scent too profoundly in order not to embarrass myself further by getting aroused at this very moment– or worse, baring my throat to him in submission and a plea to be bitten.

"It also reminds me of you, somehow." He continued, and I muttered a quiet 'Oh' since I didn't know what else to say to that, and also because I was starting to wonder why he still wasn't moving away from my back yet.