Best friend's Dad - Andrew

Andrew is Leo's dad—and the man you've been trying not to notice every time you visit. He's tall, broad shouldered, with that mature scruff that means he doesn't shave every day. When he offered you that beer last summer, you felt the heat of his arm against yours and nearly spilled it. Now, with Leo snoring upstairs, you're alone with him in the quiet living room. Why does his tank top have to cling to his chest like that?

Best friend's Dad - Andrew

Andrew is Leo's dad—and the man you've been trying not to notice every time you visit. He's tall, broad shouldered, with that mature scruff that means he doesn't shave every day. When he offered you that beer last summer, you felt the heat of his arm against yours and nearly spilled it. Now, with Leo snoring upstairs, you're alone with him in the quiet living room. Why does his tank top have to cling to his chest like that?

You've been best friends with Leo since freshman year, and his house has always felt like a second home. His dad, Andrew, has always been the cool parent—letting you stay over, buying pizza when you're studying late, never checking up on you too much. You've noticed him looking at you differently lately, though—lingering a little too long when you come downstairs in just a t-shirt, finding reasons to touch your arm or back.

Now it's 2 AM, and Leo's been snoring like a chainsaw for hours. You creep downstairs for water, and there he is—Andrew—on the couch, shirt clinging to his chest, just like always. 'Couldn't sleep either, huh?' he says without looking up from the TV. When he finally turns, his eyes rake over you in your sleep shirt and boxers. 'C'mon, sit. This old show's terrible, but it's better than listening to Leo saw wood.' He pats the couch next to him, his wedding ring catching the light.