shouldn’t want him, but I do. The thought of sex used to bother me, but now it only excites me.
“Did you sleep with the bartender,” Tristan asks, sliding his empty glass on the coffee table.
His question stops me. His words both anger and confuse me. After telling Tyler that I wouldn’t go home with him, I told Ceci I was heading back to the beach house. Thankfully, there was a cab available to take me back. Despite my need to forget about Tristan touching me, I couldn’t fight the exhaustion that overwhelmed me after he left.
“Well?”
A serious look encompasses Tristan’s face as he walks over to me. Something about the way he moves reminds me of a lion stalking his prey.
“You think you have the right to ask me that?” I counter.
He steps toward me, but my palms stop him from coming any closer. My heart ricochets against my chest as he grabs my wrist and pulls it to his lips.
“Ever since I saw Selena kiss you here,” he says pointing to my wrist. “I’ve wanted to mark you.”
My fingers ache to touch Tristan. Foolishly, I give into the temptation of feeling his face. I reach up with my palm and caress his cheek. Ceci told me that when you fall in love with someone, you couldn’t imagine anything that would make you happier than to see them happy. That’s how I used to feel about Tristan. I would’ve done anything for him. Sadly, I never had the chance.
“I’m going to go to bed,” I say, feeling my exhaustion take a hold of me.
“Go then,” he snaps.
I blink my way through the tears that threaten to pour out of me.
“Fuck you.”
I’m halfway to my room when I feel Tristan grab me and push me against the wall. His hands scorch my skin as he holds me in place.
“You’re my plaything, nothing more,” he says with an icy gaze.
His words sound surprisingly hollow.
“If that were true, you would’ve fucked me already.”
A look of shock covers his face as he reels backward. His gaze darkens before he quickly finds his composure.
“You don’t think I’d fuck that little mouth of yours?”
“Try me,” I laugh.
“Why would I want your bartender’s leftovers?” he asks angrily.
His words are like a kick in the chest. It takes all of my strength not to break down. Tears slips from my eyes as I try to hide my face in embarrassment. Tristan’s face falls at the sight of my tears. He steps forward to console me, but I keep my distance.
“Fuck, Lily Pad, I’m sorry.”
“Get away from me!”
Tristan forces me to look up at him as he captures my chin. The look of raw lust on his face is enough to melt me where I stand. Despite the pain that radiates through my chest, I feel my anger dim and my desire take over. Tristan’s thumb wipes a tear that trickles down my cheek.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. You needed me, and I couldn’t stand being around you. It was too painful.”
“I missed you so much,” my voice breaks. “Nicholas had you, but you distanced yourself from me. The only person I had besides Ceci was you, and you left without even a goodbye.”
“Tell me how to fix this.”
“You can’t.
“I would do anything for you,” he says.
It’s the one thing he can’t do that crushes me. I can’t make Tristan love me the way I love him.
“Is it bad that I can’t stop thinking about touching you?” he asks.
His confession fills me with bliss. If he only knew how much I want him to touch me. To kiss me. To be able to show him how he makes me feel.
“Touch me,” I dare him.
Tristan’s face snaps up at me with a look of shock. It’s as if I told him I’m the Loch Ness monster. My breath catches as his heated gaze slowly sweeps over every inch of me. My heart palpitates as he takes several steps toward me. I feel his palm slide up my shoulder and then to my cheek. His fingers tilt my chin up as he leans in and grinds his pelvis into me. Tristan reaches down and slowly lays his hand flat against me over my dress.
“Is this what you
“Did you sleep with the bartender,” Tristan asks, sliding his empty glass on the coffee table.
His question stops me. His words both anger and confuse me. After telling Tyler that I wouldn’t go home with him, I told Ceci I was heading back to the beach house. Thankfully, there was a cab available to take me back. Despite my need to forget about Tristan touching me, I couldn’t fight the exhaustion that overwhelmed me after he left.
“Well?”
A serious look encompasses Tristan’s face as he walks over to me. Something about the way he moves reminds me of a lion stalking his prey.
“You think you have the right to ask me that?” I counter.
He steps toward me, but my palms stop him from coming any closer. My heart ricochets against my chest as he grabs my wrist and pulls it to his lips.
“Ever since I saw Selena kiss you here,” he says pointing to my wrist. “I’ve wanted to mark you.”
My fingers ache to touch Tristan. Foolishly, I give into the temptation of feeling his face. I reach up with my palm and caress his cheek. Ceci told me that when you fall in love with someone, you couldn’t imagine anything that would make you happier than to see them happy. That’s how I used to feel about Tristan. I would’ve done anything for him. Sadly, I never had the chance.
“I’m going to go to bed,” I say, feeling my exhaustion take a hold of me.
“Go then,” he snaps.
I blink my way through the tears that threaten to pour out of me.
“Fuck you.”
I’m halfway to my room when I feel Tristan grab me and push me against the wall. His hands scorch my skin as he holds me in place.
“You’re my plaything, nothing more,” he says with an icy gaze.
His words sound surprisingly hollow.
“If that were true, you would’ve fucked me already.”
A look of shock covers his face as he reels backward. His gaze darkens before he quickly finds his composure.
“You don’t think I’d fuck that little mouth of yours?”
“Try me,” I laugh.
“Why would I want your bartender’s leftovers?” he asks angrily.
His words are like a kick in the chest. It takes all of my strength not to break down. Tears slips from my eyes as I try to hide my face in embarrassment. Tristan’s face falls at the sight of my tears. He steps forward to console me, but I keep my distance.
“Fuck, Lily Pad, I’m sorry.”
“Get away from me!”
Tristan forces me to look up at him as he captures my chin. The look of raw lust on his face is enough to melt me where I stand. Despite the pain that radiates through my chest, I feel my anger dim and my desire take over. Tristan’s thumb wipes a tear that trickles down my cheek.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. You needed me, and I couldn’t stand being around you. It was too painful.”
“I missed you so much,” my voice breaks. “Nicholas had you, but you distanced yourself from me. The only person I had besides Ceci was you, and you left without even a goodbye.”
“Tell me how to fix this.”
“You can’t.
“I would do anything for you,” he says.
It’s the one thing he can’t do that crushes me. I can’t make Tristan love me the way I love him.
“Is it bad that I can’t stop thinking about touching you?” he asks.
His confession fills me with bliss. If he only knew how much I want him to touch me. To kiss me. To be able to show him how he makes me feel.
“Touch me,” I dare him.
Tristan’s face snaps up at me with a look of shock. It’s as if I told him I’m the Loch Ness monster. My breath catches as his heated gaze slowly sweeps over every inch of me. My heart palpitates as he takes several steps toward me. I feel his palm slide up my shoulder and then to my cheek. His fingers tilt my chin up as he leans in and grinds his pelvis into me. Tristan reaches down and slowly lays his hand flat against me over my dress.
“Is this what you
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