Page 35 of Fake Rocks
“Did I do okay?” His expression was full of concern. “I didn’t say anything I shouldn’t?”
I couldn’t resist. I leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips, albeit briefly. “You did good.”
And at that moment, I heard the click of a camera phone, instantly realising our first kiss was about to be blasted all over various social sites.
Reluctantly, I drew back. “We should go and find our table. I’m starving.”
The rest of the evening passed without incident. There were a couple of people on our table I knew from previous events and we chatted endlessly about the music we were working on, upcoming gigs, Tommo joining the band. Tris listened carefully, chipping in on occasion with a few words of his own. Throughout the night, he barely left my side, his hand either resting on my shoulder or my leg. If he left it there for much longer, I was going to overheat.
When the time came for everyone to leave, my usual instinct of wanting to join the after party wasn’t there. I wanted to have a party on my own. Or rather, with Tris.
I’d drunk copious amounts of champagne throughout the evening and as well as feeling deliciously buzzed, was a little wobbly on my heels. Tris seemed to sense my unsteadiness and held me close to him as we waited outside for the Uber. I lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke up into the night air and watching the plumes make patterns in the sky.
“How much longer is the cab going to be?” I complained impatiently.
“Given you kept the guy waiting earlier, I suspect he’s getting his own back.” The corner of his mouth curled up as he teased me.
“Fair point.”
Tris reached out and gently brushed something off my cheek. The soft motion made goose bumps prick my skin and I shivered involuntarily.
“Cold?”
I shook my head. “Not exactly…” I stared up at him, fixing his dark gaze with my own. I wondered if he wanted the same thing I did right now.
The beep of a car horn made me jump and we sprang apart.Seriously, the Uber guy had such bad timing.
It was less than a ten minute journey back to the hotel, but I couldn’t stop fidgeting. This version of Saff wasn’t one I knew. Usually in a situation like this, I wouldn’t hesitate. I would go for it, no fears, no regrets. I’d had one night stands I’d worried less about, where I’d only known the guy in question a mere matter of hours before hopping into bed with him. I couldn’t work out why this felt so different. Did I want one night with Tris or did I want more?
I cast a sideways glance at him. He was staring out of the car window, watching the scenery slip by. One moment he was illuminated by the streetlights, the next in shadow. I wished I knew what he was thinking.
Finally we got back to the hotel. I couldn’t wait to get back to the room and…well, I knew what I wanted to happen. I had to make sure Tris wanted it too.
We stood awkwardly in the living area, Tris loosening his tie. I felt the urge to rip open his shirt, not caring it might scatter buttons all over the place.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked, tossing his tie down on the sofa.
I shook my head. “No. Do you?”
“Then what do you want?” His question was direct, and I figured I might as well give him a straight answer.
“I want you to kiss me.”
“But there’s no-one around to see.” A flicker of uncertainty crossed his features.
“I know.”
“Then…”
“For fuck’s sake, Tris, can I make it any more obvious?” I crossed the room to him in about three strides and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him to me. “Please, kiss me…”
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Tris
Hearing Saff’s plea was all the encouragement I needed. The last few hours had been torture. Pretending to kiss her, pretending to have her by my side when all I wanted to do was exactly this.
My lips crashed against hers, our mouths moving together, tongues entwining as we devoured each other. Her black and gold coat fell to the floor and my hands slipped over the sleek satin of her dress, caressing her arse, moving to her hips, holding her against me. I could feel the beginnings of an erection as she moulded her body to mine.
