Andre Burakovsky- short Drabble 26
Can you do 26 with Andre Burakovsky please❤❤
“Is it that time of the month?” Andre asked shifting from foot to foot.
“You literally ask me that whenever I’m mad at you!” you responded feeling a little incredulous.
“well” he shrugged.
“Whether you want to believe it or not, I am capable of having moods that are not dictated by mother nature’s monthly call and asking that usually only makes it worse.” You retorted.
He hung his head, pretending to be contrite. You both knew that you weren’t really, angry with him more just irritated. “I’m sorry I forgot to call. You know how dinners with Willy and Latts go. One thing turns into another and before you know it, it’s three a.m. and they have you plastered.”
You could help the slight grin that appeared on your lips at that, after all that’s how you two had met, when he was out at a bar with Willy and Latts trying to convince him to get plastered. You softened, walking over to hug him.
“It’s ok. But stop asking if I’m on my period every time I get mad at you ok?”
You felt him wrap his arms around you tightly returning the hug and nodding his agreement into your neck.