letting it occur naturally. I’ve only managed to etch him further into my heart.
“So tell me…” I plead.
A loud rapping on the door interrupts us. My gaze goes flying to it as I stumble backward on the bed.
“Morning, sunshine!”
Ceci’s bright voice calls to me through the door. My heart skips a beat as the doorknob jiggles. Did we lock it? A streak of panic goes off like a flare gun as we both scramble to gather our clothes. Oh, God. I nearly fall off of the bed as I scramble for my clothes. Tristan wrangles on a pair of black jeans and a tight black t-shirt. After a few seconds, he helps me slip my nightie back on.
“Emily, why is your door locked?” Ceci calls.
“I’m getting dressed,” I blurt.
I turn my gaze to Tristan as he watches me frantically pace the room.
“What are we going to do? If Ceci finds out, she’ll tell Nicholas,” I say.
“I’ll go out the window,” he chuckles.
I hurry to get Tristan out of my room, practically pushing him out the bedroom window. The irritated look on his face is almost comical, but I’m willing to bet he’ll find a way to make me pay for it later. A grin appears on his face before he leans toward me and smashes his lips against mine. He’s gone by the time I open my eyes, but the butterflies that fill my stomach linger.
Emily
My head is still reeling from Tristan’s kiss as my best friend comes crashing into my room. Ceci’s eyes light up with a look of mischief as she watches me flipping through the latest issue of Stars. I self-consciously brush my face, weary that I’ve left some kind of trace of Tristan’s lips on me. My cheeks warm just thinking about Tristan’s touch on my skin. I’m not sure how I’ve gone without it for so long. I clear my throat, but that only makes her stare at me more intently.
“So how was it?” she asks, jumping on my bed with a handful of black licorice. A streak of anxiety fills me. Shit. Does Ceci know something? Did she see Tristan leaving my room? I close my magazine and turn my full attention to her. She smiles as her eyes gleam with interest while a million thoughts float through my mind as she waits with baited breath. What if she does know? Hell, I don’t even know what’s going on between Tristan and me. How am I going to explain it to someone else?
“Dang, that good?” Ceci says, chewing on the several strands of black licorice in her hand. I haven’t seen her look this excited since I announced I was going to try online dating. It seems like her short-term relationships aren’t excitement enough.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.
She stares at me with a look of disbelief.
“Um, a hot bartender with tattoos sound familiar?”
Relief washes over me. For a second there, I thought she might have seen Tristan leaving my room.
“Oh, Tyler?” I ask. “No, I left Oasis alone.”
Ceci's eyebrows quirk up at me in surprise. I’m sure she doesn’t believe me albeit I’m telling the truth.
“I’m not buying it.”
I laugh. “I guess you were too busy flirting to even really notice.”
A strange look crosses her face as she turns to me.
“No, to be honest, the only guy I wanted to flirt with was Tristan,” she admits. “Unfortunately, he seemed a little preoccupied.”
My heart sinks at her confession. I really didn’t think Ceci’s interest in Tristan would last so long. She has the attention span of a squirrel when it comes to men. Thank God she didn’t see what happened between Tristan and me at the club.
“Emily, you’re not saying anything.”
I blush. What can I say without hurting her feelings? I’ve never laid claim to Tristan. She doesn’t even know the history between us. The only soul I’ve told is Augie and that’s because if I didn’t tell someone, I would’ve exploded.
“Um…”
Ceci rolls her eyes at me as she paces back and forth across my guest bedroom.
“Um? That’s all you’re going to say? Look, I know you don’t
“So tell me…” I plead.
A loud rapping on the door interrupts us. My gaze goes flying to it as I stumble backward on the bed.
“Morning, sunshine!”
Ceci’s bright voice calls to me through the door. My heart skips a beat as the doorknob jiggles. Did we lock it? A streak of panic goes off like a flare gun as we both scramble to gather our clothes. Oh, God. I nearly fall off of the bed as I scramble for my clothes. Tristan wrangles on a pair of black jeans and a tight black t-shirt. After a few seconds, he helps me slip my nightie back on.
“Emily, why is your door locked?” Ceci calls.
“I’m getting dressed,” I blurt.
I turn my gaze to Tristan as he watches me frantically pace the room.
“What are we going to do? If Ceci finds out, she’ll tell Nicholas,” I say.
“I’ll go out the window,” he chuckles.
I hurry to get Tristan out of my room, practically pushing him out the bedroom window. The irritated look on his face is almost comical, but I’m willing to bet he’ll find a way to make me pay for it later. A grin appears on his face before he leans toward me and smashes his lips against mine. He’s gone by the time I open my eyes, but the butterflies that fill my stomach linger.
Emily
My head is still reeling from Tristan’s kiss as my best friend comes crashing into my room. Ceci’s eyes light up with a look of mischief as she watches me flipping through the latest issue of Stars. I self-consciously brush my face, weary that I’ve left some kind of trace of Tristan’s lips on me. My cheeks warm just thinking about Tristan’s touch on my skin. I’m not sure how I’ve gone without it for so long. I clear my throat, but that only makes her stare at me more intently.
“So how was it?” she asks, jumping on my bed with a handful of black licorice. A streak of anxiety fills me. Shit. Does Ceci know something? Did she see Tristan leaving my room? I close my magazine and turn my full attention to her. She smiles as her eyes gleam with interest while a million thoughts float through my mind as she waits with baited breath. What if she does know? Hell, I don’t even know what’s going on between Tristan and me. How am I going to explain it to someone else?
“Dang, that good?” Ceci says, chewing on the several strands of black licorice in her hand. I haven’t seen her look this excited since I announced I was going to try online dating. It seems like her short-term relationships aren’t excitement enough.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.
She stares at me with a look of disbelief.
“Um, a hot bartender with tattoos sound familiar?”
Relief washes over me. For a second there, I thought she might have seen Tristan leaving my room.
“Oh, Tyler?” I ask. “No, I left Oasis alone.”
Ceci's eyebrows quirk up at me in surprise. I’m sure she doesn’t believe me albeit I’m telling the truth.
“I’m not buying it.”
I laugh. “I guess you were too busy flirting to even really notice.”
A strange look crosses her face as she turns to me.
“No, to be honest, the only guy I wanted to flirt with was Tristan,” she admits. “Unfortunately, he seemed a little preoccupied.”
My heart sinks at her confession. I really didn’t think Ceci’s interest in Tristan would last so long. She has the attention span of a squirrel when it comes to men. Thank God she didn’t see what happened between Tristan and me at the club.
“Emily, you’re not saying anything.”
I blush. What can I say without hurting her feelings? I’ve never laid claim to Tristan. She doesn’t even know the history between us. The only soul I’ve told is Augie and that’s because if I didn’t tell someone, I would’ve exploded.
“Um…”
Ceci rolls her eyes at me as she paces back and forth across my guest bedroom.
“Um? That’s all you’re going to say? Look, I know you don’t
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