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“Uh … what are you doing?” I felt heat crawling up my skin at the view.
“Giving you a waist massage,” he said, holding both sides of my waist.
Sweet currents flowed through my veins when he ran his thumb down the birthmark at my waistline. I watched him as his long fingers roamed my skin in circles.
The massage started nicely, but it got sensual, and I had to bite my lip hard to stop the moan trying to escape my lips. He stared at my face with a smirk.
What a devil!He knew what he was doing.
Like that wasn’t enough torture already, he leaned down and trailed wet kisses from my belly button up. I arched my back, trying not to make any sound but failed. He moved my shirt up as his lips got higher. He traced my ribs as he glided his hand up, almost slipping into my sports bra.
My stomach grumbled, making him stop. I covered my face with my hands, feeling embarrassed. I heard Tristan laugh.
“Someone is hungry.” He kissed my belly button and dragged my shirt down. “Let’s get you something to eat.” He stepped away and got off the bed. He took my hand and pulled me out of bed.
Wrong timing, stomach. Of all the times to grumble. I never told you I was hungry.I argued with my stomach, and it made the stupid sound again.
“Hang in there, buddy,” Tristan said, tapping my stomach.
We both laughed as we left the room.
It had beena week since I’d started the yoga class, and honestly, I felt better from the little exercises. I made friends, and I avoided conversations about pregnancy.
Karen and Adrian were back early from their vacation. They said it got boring, staying at the hotel, and many tourist centers were closed. Adrian called three days later and invited me to their engagement party.
“Wow, things are really moving fast,” I said to myself as I shopped for a nice gown.
I went for a mermaid red gown that had too many laces, but it looked decent. It arrived the next day with a small purse I’d bought to go with it. I made sure the gown wasn’t too tight because to everyone, I was pregnant.
I started getting ready two hours before the time we were supposed to leave. I didn’t want us to be late because of me.
I wore my black strappy heels and packed my hair in a sleek ponytail. My forehead was making me second-guess my hairstyle. I spent thirty minutes on my makeup, which came out glamorous. I applied my nude lipstick and wore my jewelry.
Tristan knocked on my door immediately after I was done. I opened the door quickly.
Thank God he wasn’t wearing those sweats. He looked handsome in his dark classic-fit tuxedo. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of him, unable to stop myself. I opened my mouth to say something, but he covered my lips with his. The kiss was short but sent sparks to every part of my body.
“I just had to,” he whispered softly when he pulled away. His hand didn’t leave my waist. He stared at me in a way I had never seen before, like I was a rare gem he was seeing for the first time.
“You look too beautiful to be real.”
“That sounded like an insult.” I frowned.
“Oh, um … you look stunning. Is that better?”
I smiled at how unsure he looked.
“And you look like a prince from those Disney stories I read when I was little,” I whispered, running my palm up his chest.
I didn’t know what we were or what was happening between us, but it felt too good to deny.
“What?” He looked confused and disappointed.
“They’re too handsome to be real,” I said, and he laughed lightheartedly. “You look good,” I whispered, adjusting his black bow tie.
His crystal-blue eyes stared at me like he had something to say but didn’t want to say it.
“Thank you for cleaning my lipstick,” I joked.
