Don't You Dare

Chapter 8: Shared Spaces

She managed to smile, though it felt shaky, and she nodded at him, unable to find the right words. Despite everything, she felt a flicker of gratitude that she could at least have this—this good memory of him, this moment where he seemed to truly see her and appreciate her for who she was.

Her dad raised his glass of sparkling cider. "To Andrea," he said quietly, his gaze never leaving hers. 

Everyone around the table echoed his toast, clinking their glasses together. Andrea took a sip of her drink, the lump in her throat making it difficult to swallow. It wasn't perfect—there were still so many things left unsaid between them—but in that moment, it was enough. For now, she would let herself hold on to this fragile, hopeful feeling.

The dinner continued with more laughter and stories, and by the time dessert was served, the atmosphere in the house was warm and filled with a rare sense of peace. As the plates were cleared and everyone began migrating to the living room, Andrea felt a comfortable exhaustion settle over her.

"Why don't we handle the dishes, Andrea?" Aunt Judy suggested, giving her a pointed look as they started gathering plates and utensils. "So your mom can relax for a bit."

Andrea glanced at her mom, who smiled gratefully. "That sounds like a good idea."

They carried the dishes to the kitchen, the warmth of the evening lingering around them. As Andrea stood at the sink, rinsing plates and handing them to Aunt Judy to load into the dishwasher, she felt her aunt's eyes on her.

"So," Aunt Judy began, her tone light but curious. "How's it going with Gabe?"

Andrea paused, raising an eyebrow. "How did you—" She caught sight of her mom smiling innocently in the living room and rolled her eyes. "Mom told you, didn't she?"

Aunt Judy laughed softly. "She's just a little worried, that's all. You know how she is. She wants to make sure you're being careful."

Andrea's cheeks flushed, and she turned back to the sink, focusing on the plate in her hands. "There's nothing to worry about," she mumbled. "We're not... I mean, we haven't..."

Her voice trailed off, and she glanced at her aunt, who was watching her with a patient, understanding expression. "I'm still a virgin," Andrea said quietly, her cheeks burning. "For now."

Aunt Judy's eyes softened, and she set the dish she was holding on the counter, turning to face Andrea fully. "Sweetie, there's no rush. You don't have to do anything until you're absolutely ready."

Andrea nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "I know. It's just... I don't know. I love him, and I feel like I'm ready, but it's also kind of terrifying."

"It's supposed to be," Aunt Judy said gently, placing a hand on Andrea's arm. "The first time is a big deal. But if he loves you, he'll understand. He'll wait for you."

"He does," Andrea said softly, glancing down at her phone, where Gabe's name still lingered on the screen. "He's been really patient and supportive. I'm lucky to have him."

"And he's lucky to have you," Aunt Judy said firmly. "Don't forget that."

Andrea smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thanks, Aunt Judy. I really appreciate it."

They finished the dishes, and after a bit more conversation, Andrea excused herself to her room, needing a moment to herself before her daily late-night call with Gabe.

She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up around her as she stared at her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before she tapped his name and pressed call.