Kate
If confusion had a face, it’d be mine.
I’d stupidly thought Tristan and I were on the same page, especially after his whole fuck-off act with Bryce and the way he stood up for me. But his entire demeanor had changed after we’d gone back inside. He was different.
Closed off.
It intrigued me and pissed me off in equal measures.
Maybe that was why I’d asked him to stay? Well, okay, that wasn’t theonlyreason. I might’ve wanted to pick up where we’d left off in the kitchen: his hand under my shirt, that mouth next to my ear whispering filthy, filthy things to me.
But apparently, he hadotherplans.
“Ugh.”
Curling up on the couch, I tucked my knees under my chin and pulled up one of my comfort shows. Unfortunately, not even the sight of Yoongi getting doused in water or his adorable little laugh could dull my irritation.
I sighed heavily. Tristan wasn’t even to blame. Not really. I knew who and what he was, and still, I let my guard down. I allowed him to crawl beneath my skin and make me want things I shouldn’t.
“That’s what you get for playing with the big, bad wolf,” I muttered. “Ugh, whatever.”
And since I’d entered the stage of not only talking to myself but answering myself as well, I figured it was best to get my ass to bed.
I’d just flicked off the TV when my phone vibrated on the seat next to me.
The last time anyone had called at this time, it’d been Tristan. I reached for my phone, my traitorous heart galloping wildly inside my chest. All for nothing. It wasn’t Tristan.
The rush of disappointment coursing through my veins was so strong, I considered not answering at all. But knowing Izzy, she’d keep bugging me until I stopped avoiding her.
Which I’d been doing a mighty fine job of since her text earlier.
Dragging the green button up the screen, I braced myself.
“Well, hello there, you little minx,” my sister said when her face popped onto the screen.
I rolled my eyes. “You do realize what time it is?”
“We need to talk.” Ignoring me completely, she waggled her brows. “...dripping fucking wet for me. Excuse me, Sis, you have some explaining to do.”
There was no stopping the heat that spread into my cheeks or the violent tug low, low in my belly. I’d freaking loved it when Tristan had talked to me like that.
Gosh, I could practically feel his lips against my skin while he growled dirty words into my ear. That thought might have drawn an involuntary moan from the back of my throat.
Izzy laughed. “That good, huh?”
“Nothing happened,” I said defensively. A bit too defensively.
Either my sister hadn’t cared or hadn’t noticed. “Sure didn’t look like nothing from where I stood.” Her eyebrows jumped like they had earlier. “That man had his hand up your shirt, and youlikedit.” Another laugh sounded. “I wish Bryce had walked in instead of me.”
“Well.” I sat up straighter and shoved my hair out of my face. “Bryce kind of started the entire thing.”
“Wait. Wait just a minute. I need wine for this.” Izzy’s image wobbled as she hurried to the fridge to retrieve said wine. Without taking a glass, she made her way to her living room and plopped onto the couch.
The bottle went straight to her mouth. “Okay, go. How does Bryce fit into the whole bossman-feeling-you-up-in-Mom’s-kitchen situation?”
I didn’t need much convincing to tell the story. I’d been dying to since it’d happened. Despite my fury filled words, that little display Tristan had put on had been such a damn turn-on.
Which, I was ashamed to admit, had made his observation spot-on. My underwearhad beenwet, and I’d been three seconds away from asking for relief before I’d finally come to my senses.
