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He needed to know what it’d be like when I started dating someone else. He’d have to stop sleeping outside my window then.
The thought of moving on turned my stomach a little, but I knew it was an inevitability.
I just needed to make it a reality now.
I’d smiled at a couple boys tonight but my bravery died the second they took a step towards me. The thought of having to flirt with someone new, not to mention to kiss and touch someone new, terrified me.
I guess I wasn’t ready yet, but I knew I needed to be soon to really, truly move on.
Those thoughts, which had been playing pinball in my brain all night long, trouble me the entire ride home. I don’t notice the time pass until we’re pulling back into The Pen’s parking lot.
“I can’t wait to be snuggled up in my bed!” Thayer singsongs drunkenly as we get out of the black car.
“Shh!” Six whispers urgently, wincing and looking around. “You’re going to wake up the whole complex.”
Bellamy, equally as drunk as her best friend, slings an arm around my shoulders, points towards an SUV we’ve all come to know very well, and says, loudly, “Should we say goodnight to Tristan? I feel kinda bad we didn’t see him last night.”
My friends seem blind to the fact that Tristan’s charm offensive over has worked on them. They haven’t told me to forgive him – they would never – but he’s no longer iced out like he was right after we broke up.
Tonight is the first night I feel my own resistance wobble a little bit. Because by now, I should be firmly distanced from him. After all, it’s been months.
Instead, I feel him as dangerously close as ever.
“More like good morning,” Thayer chirps back. “What time is it? At least three am, right?” she slurs. “We had such a good night,” she slurs, happily.
Before any of us can answer her, the door to Tristan’s SUV opens. It feels like time stops as we all wait for him to appear. And not ten seconds later, he does.
His feet hit the asphalt, followed by long legs, and finally he’s unfolding himself out of the car.
He’s wearing sweatpants and nothing else.
Lust grabs me at the throat and squeezes.
They hang low on his hips, revealing a deep V of muscles that disappear beneath his waistline and a brawny chest rippling underneath intricate tattoos.
He smiles sleepily at me, simply happy to see me. His hair is adorably mussed and he looks warm and inviting. I want to run up to him and bury my face against his chest as his arms come around me and his head comes down to rest on mine. I want to feel the total protection of being his once more.
“Oh my…” Bellamy says from next to me, mouth agape as she looks at him. Thayer rubs her eyes disbelievingly in the background.
“Hey,” I grit through clenched teeth, suddenly irritated. “Look away.”
His smirk tells me that even though I muttered the comment under my breath to B, he still heard it.
I’m annoyed that he caught that momentary lapse in judgment. It’s misplaced possessiveness on my part. He’s no longer mine.
My stomach churns at the thought.
“Sorry,” she says, throwing me an apologetic look. “But Jesus, Nera. How the hell have you been able to hold out for this long?”
I’m asking myself the same question. Because standing there, staring at him, arousal is doing absolute numbers inside my body. Clearly it hasn’t gotten the memo that we’re done. My throat is dry and I find myself licking my lips to rehydrate them. Butterflies and nerves fight in my stomach for dominance and my pussy clenches, begging me to throw myself at the attractive man who wants to do all the bad things to me.
I really am no better than a man, lusting after him like I am.
His expression drops into a frown when he notices my tight, sequined outfit. He rakes his gaze lustfully down my entire body before letting it roam lazily back up my curves.
“Were you at a club?”
I nod, my tongue still glued to the roof of my mouth, making it impossible for me to speak. He takes a couple of steps forward.
