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“Ready to go?” He smiles at me.
“Yes.” I nod, reaching for my bag.
“I got it.” Tristan takes it from my hand, his fingers brushing my knuckles.
I suppress a shiver and say goodbye to my parents, hugging each of them.
Once we’re in the car, I exhale and wait while Tristan puts my bag in the trunk and comes around to the driver’s side. He smiles at me as he turns the ignition, and butterflies break free in my belly. He gives any GQ model a run for his money. While I normally see him in casual clothes, Tristan cleans up well.
He looks at me before pulling out of the driveway. His mouth opens as if he wants to say something but instead shakes his head and begins driving. My eyes are glued to his strong hands and wrists peeking from under the suit. I’ll add wrists to the never-ending list of mundane body parts that Tristan makes appealing.
The way his arms flex beneath the fabric as he drives steals my attention. I can’t help but fantasize that this is a real date. If it were, I wouldn’t hesitate to hold his hand and touch his wrist.
Yes, a wrist, of all things, is making the butterflies go wild.
I can’t do that. My hands clasp together, so I’m not tempted.
The tension in the car spikes with each mile we drive. I want to break the silence, but every time I try to speak, my jaw locks, and my heart lurches.
When my phone buzzes, I gratefully grab it from my purse.
Daisy: Good luck today, S. Have fun, enjoy it, and if he wants to kiss you don’t turn him down.
Sage: You’re ridiculous lol thanks though. We’re on our way to the church.
Daisy: Take pics and send them to me.
Sage: You got it.
Daisy: Does he look smoking?
I laugh at her message.
“What’s got you laughing? Should I be worried about competition?” Tristan glances over at me for a second.
“What? No. I mean, it’s Daisy. She asked for a picture of my dress.” It’s a half-truth.
“Okay, good. I thought I was going to have to fight off another suitor.” He says this so casually, but it makes my stomach drop.
He shouldn’t care if there’s another person in my life. Not that I’d start talking to someone while in the middle of this situation. We are in the car alone; there’s no reason for him to say something like that.
Sage: He looks
Daisy: I knew it! You looooove him.
Sage: I don’t! But I can appreciate a good-looking man.
Daisy: Who you have feelings for.
Sage: Ugh! Don’t remind me. I’m trying to play it cool.
“Are you okay?” He looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“Yes, why?”
“You just groaned like you were in pain or frustrated.”
“Oh. No, I’m fine. Just nervous about being around so many people today.”
