And Alicia would be proud.
Probably.
“Just get back to what you’re supposed to be doing,” I said, shrugging it off.
“Does that mean you’re taking your fine ass home?Alone?”
“You’re really pressed about that, aren’t you?”
“I really fucking am,” he admitted. “Like… I was about to whoop ol’ boy’s ass.”
I smirked. “Well… you can keep your hands to yourself over me tonight,” I told him, even though… I kinda liked that energy.
Reallyliked it.
Which was probably not good, but whatever.
“You sure?” he asked, putting his hands at my waist to pull me against him.
“Yeah,” I nodded, then accepted the soft, quick kiss he offered. “I’m going home.Alone.”
So… I did exactly that, after we’d said our goodbyes.
I showered, and got into bed, and then, before I drifted off, when Tristan’s name flashed on my screen with a text… I smiled.
Maybe something really was going right?