Chapter 8. Andrew & Kyle

"I didn't think you like watching Daredevil."

Andrew asked me the next morning while we were having breakfast in the small little diner near his apartment.

"Seriously, watching sexy man running around in tights, always getting hurt just so us girls can see his naked chest as he recuperates?"

"Well...if you put it that way, I guess..."

"Wounded hero, sensitive good-looking man, humble, lean muscled supple body..."

"Okay, okay...I get your point." He gave up, annoyed but finally agreed with me.

"Yeah?" I teased.

"Yeah." He chuckled, taking my hand rubbing my knuckles with his warm comforting touches.

"So, more men in tights?"

He laughed knowing that we are going to watch a movie that afternoon and still didn't know what to pick.

"I'm seriously considering those horror movies, just to get you spooked then I get to hug and protect you."

"Woah, the one where women are running around bouncing half-naked