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I winked. “I learned from the best.”
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Saff
Nestled in Tris’ arms, I couldn’t have been happier.
Everything about it was so right.
I realised we hadn’t known each other for long, but it was different somehow. Despite my initial misgivings when Jonas had suggested getting together with a nice, normal guy, someone not in the spotlight, Tris by far exceeded all my expectations. Not only did we have things in common from our past, but he genuinely seemed to care about me. He’d looked after me the other night at the pub, he’d been the perfect gentlemen on Friday evening and then again last night, he’d been…perfect. My groin twitched thinking about what we’d done and I was craving a repeat performance.
However, I needed to know where we stood. If this pretence was going to become real what I needed to know was whether we had a future.
I almost laughed out loud at the thoughts going on in my head.
Who are you and what did you do with the real Saff Barnes?
“Tris…”
“Mmm?” His lips brushed against my neck, causing a shiver to shoot down my spine.
It was going to be difficult having this conversation while naked and feeling horny.
Reluctantly, I extricated myself from his embrace and reached on the floor to find a t-shirt to pull on. I settled back on the bed, cross legged, looking down at his sleepy face, his hair all mussed up, his perfectly toned torso marred by a couple of scratches from our over-enthusiastic session. I reached out and ran my fingertip over one of them, trying to restrain myself from dipping lower beneath the covers. He caught my wrist and kissed my palm, and I practically dissolved.
I took a deep breath. It was now or never.
“You know how we’re pretending to be a couple?”
“Mmmhmm.” His lips vibrated against my palm as he replied, before drawing back. His beautiful hazel eyes fixed meaningfully on mine. “Although there wasn’t much of that last night.” He quirked an eyebrow.
“I’m not sure I want to do it anymore.” I couldn’t think of a better way to say it.
Tris’ face fell as he let go of my hand as if it had burned him. “Oh, right. I’m sorry.”
I reached out and grabbed his hand. “No, no, I didn’t mean it in that way. I meant I don’t want to act any longer, because, well…” I dropped my gaze, unable to meet his eyes.What if he didn’t want the same thing? What if he was going to reject me? I wasn’t used to rejection. I was usually the one who called the shots.“Because I think I want more.”
His thumb crept under my chin, pulling my head up to look at him. “As in ‘you really like me’, and not just because you paid me?”
Hearing it out loud made me cringe a little bit. It really did sound mercenary, playing around with someone’s emotions. Not able to speak, I simply nodded.
A broad smile stretched across his handsome features. “That’s good, because I really like you too.”
My relief was almost palpable.He really likes me too!
“What are you going to tell Jonas?” Tris asked, shattering my momentary buzz of satisfaction.
Ugh. I didn’t want to have to think about my cousin now.
“Let’s not talk about him. Let’s celebrate us.” I threw off the t-shirt and arched my back, giving Tris a full view of my breasts. “And I know exactly the way to do it.”
Sunday train journeys were the worst.
Busy carriages, slow running services, engineering works, staff shortages.
Anything that could possibly have slowed down the trip home happened.
And all I wanted to do was to get home and sleep with Tris again.
