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“You’re back in two weeks?” He asks.
“Two weeks and five days. Almost three weeks.”
He groans unhappily, dropping his forehead against mine.
“Call me every day,” he demands.
“We don’t have to if you don’t wan–”
“Every day.”
I nod, speechless.
“I will,” I promise.
His mouth crashes down on mine in a searing kiss and then he’s gone.
Chapter 36
Nera
Christmas break is excruciating. Each day drags by like it lasts a week until I feel like I’m going to lose it by the time my last night rolls around.
I managed to avoid overexposure to my father only because he told me he’s been getting glowing reports from Coach Krav. I have to mask my reaction when he tells me. I assume Tristan is behind this maneuver as well. Even when we’re separated by distance, his protection of me is still in full effect.
It makes my feelings for him ten times stronger, if that was even possible to begin with. I’ve given him the power to hurt me in a way that I’ve never to anyone else before, and that terrifies me.
When I finally get back to Switzerland, my brother is with me. He’s going to spend two weeks in Aubonne at my place before going back to Hong Kong for the start of term. The night we land, I find myself anxiously counting down the seconds until I can ditch him and my friends and go meet Tristan instead.
I miss his big body, his deep laugh, his warm touch. I’m bouncing my leg erratically like it’ll make the time go faster and I see Thayer give me a concerned look. I texted Tristan and told him I was back in Aubonne and currently busy with my friends but trying to get away.
I haven’t heard from him yet.
I figure if I just drive over to his place he’ll be there.
I’m so happy to catch up with the girls again. We didn’t really get to talk in Paris when we were there for New Year’s Eve and we have plenty to update each other on – Rhys and Thayer are back together and happier than ever, and Phoenix and Six are attached at the hip and sailing towards what everyone hopes is a happy ending.
Their relationship tea is piping hot, but I’m so relieved when everyone finally goes to bed and I can sneak out.
I hug the walls in my exit as I’ve become accustomed to doing and leave the apartment. I’m out of the building and into the night only seconds later. It’s pitch black outside with only two lamp posts casting some low lights on the sidewalk pavement. A sheen of snow covers the ground and the smell of pine trees and spices burns in the frigid air.
I jog down the steps, my icy cold breaths billowing in front of my face. I turn to the right, heading towards my car, when a hand wraps around my elbow and pulls me backwards towards the darkness.
My heart jumps into my throat when another hand clamps down over my mouth, silencing my scream. I can’t make a single sound. Adrenaline and fear spike as I’m pushed up against the cold, hard side of the building.
I’m blinded by the black of the night so I don’t see the large body until it’s pressing up against me.
When it does, my breath catches and swiftly releases, oxygen filtering greedily back into my lungs.
Hands come down on my hips and then a head bends towards me, its owner partially illuminated by a sliver of moonlight. My heart races giddily. When he speaks, his voice is rough as a gravel road and deep, like he’s been smoking cigars. It’s aroused and seductive and beckons me ever closer.
“Hi, baby.”
I’ve barely processed his purred greeting before Tristan’s mouth slams down on mine. He parts my lips and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, seeking mine out and fighting with it. It’s not a nice kiss, it’s obsessive and violent and I know most psychiatrists would classify it as destructive.
As much as he protects me, he still fucks me like an animal. And I love it.
I shove my hands into his hair – it’s gotten solong– and grip his head to take ownership of the kiss.
