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“We’ll talk about it later. Now, tell me how you’re preparing for the finals. I have been procrastinating.”
“I bribe myself with two episodes for every chapter I read. I want a tour,” she said, standing up.
I sighed and pushed myself off the bed.
We hungout on the patio for a few hours before she left. I’d tried my best to keep her busy, so she wouldn’t ask about the fight again, and it’d worked.
My stomach grumbled as I picked up the empty wineglasses we’d used. I found Tristan cooking when I entered the kitchen. I ignored him, putting the dirty wineglasses in the sink. I was starving, and the tasty aroma lingering in the air wasn’t helping. I opened the fridge and searched for any leftovers to eat.
I was sad Morris was not back. I wanted him to fix me something to eat. I rubbed my stomach as I grabbed a pack of strawberries. Tristan was standing behind me when I turned around. I shot him a glare and tried to walk away, but he got in the way.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m really sorry for what I said that night. I know my apologies aren’t enough, and I can’t forgive myself for saying that about your scar,” he whispered, stepping closer.
I pressed my back to the fridge. My face still maintained a murderous stare.
“Please say something,” he begged, raising his hand and cupping my cheek.
Push his hand away and walk out. How hard can it be?Extremely hard because I was hooked and slowly giving in.
“I hope you’ll forgive me someday,” he whispered, tracing my eyebrow with his fingertip.
My body warmed to his touch and tempted me into accepting his apology.
“I love your dress,” he said with a small smile and pulled away. “I’m making your favorite,” he said, returning to the food on the electric cooker.
I wanted to tell him I didn’t want to eat, but that would break my vow of not talking to him. I also wanted to tell him he looked sexy in the apron but held back the words.
I sat at the island with the strawberries. I stared at him every so often, unable to control myself, and every time I looked up, he was already staring at me. I should leave, but I was hungry, so hungry that I could eat grass right now.
Tristan walked to the island and placed a plate of spaghetti in front of me.
I shall not fall into temptation.
“Please eat,” he said and walked out of the kitchen after tossing the apron to the counter.
I stared at the food, the smell already making my mouth water with those damn meatballs. I picked up the fork and started eating the food. He peeked into the kitchen and stared at me. I wanted to pretend I hadn’t touched anything, but the food was midair, close to my mouth.
Tristan smirked and walked away.
It’d beena few days since the incident with Tristan. He apologized every chance he got, but I shut him out and refused to say a word to him. He tried desperately to make conversations at the dining table but ended up talking to himself.
My finals were drawing closer. Vina and I studied sometimes through FaceTime, asking each other questions. From the number of questions I failed, I knew I wasn’t close to being ready. Every time I tried to study math, I got headaches.
I slammed the book closed in front of me and finished the bag of Cheetos and bottle of juice keeping me company. I texted Vina a meme of my dilemma and undressed for a bath since I had Cheetos dust all over me.
Tristan was lying on my bed when I came out of the bathroom and turned to look at me. My eyes tried to remain on his face and not his bare torso.
“Can I sleep here?”
He was testing me. I would keep my vow of silence for as long as I could. I didn’t give an answer. I grabbed my pajama set and went back to the bathroom. I cursed him as I slipped on the silk shorts and cami top. I held my hair back with a rubber band and came out of the bathroom. He was still on the bed, his eyes on me.
“You have a cute belly button,” he said, and I glared at him.
I reached for the light switch and flipped it off. I climbed into bed and lay next to him, not uttering a word. I kept a safe distance between us, pushing myself to the edge of the bed.
“Can I hold you?” he asked, his voice soft and almost lost in the air.
He was making it hard for me to keep to my vow of silence. I could let out every word I had been dying to say to him. I moved closer to him. My gesture gave him his reply.
