Текст книги "Slow Play"

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“These are gorgeous,” the woman gushes as she pulls yet another formal dress out of one of the many garment bags I brought in. Her warm brown gaze meets mine, her expression a mixture of sincerity and confusion. “Are you sure you want to sell these?”

“I don’t plan on wearing them ever again.” I shrug, mentally pushing aside the hint of panic I feel at losing those dresses once and for all. “Besides, I don’t have the room for them.”

I made my way to that vintage consignment shop downtown, showing up right when it opened. Surprisingly enough it’s pretty quiet. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Most everyone is sleeping in this Saturday morning after partying on a Friday night.

Me? I asked Steven to take me home immediately after he lost his one hundred dollars and he obliged without protest. I needed to get out of there, get away from Tristan, who wouldn’t stop texting me and sending me heated looks from across the room. Thank God he gave up on the texts after I left.

But my brain certainly didn’t give him up. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. All I could think about was him. When he touched my chin, his fingers warm and slightly rough on my skin. When I touched his perfectly soft, perfectly shaped mouth. How I whispered in his ear, reminding him of what a total douchebag he was.

Weird thing is, I kind of—like his douchebag ways. What does that say about me? That I like douchebags? I thought I was over that particular stage but apparently not…

“These dresses are going to sell like crazy. Some of those sorority/fraternity formals are coming up and I always have girls showing up here in a panic¸ looking for something unique.”

Every one of those dresses was unique. And expensive. God, so expensive. The ball of dread that’s taken up residence in my stomach makes me consider backing out.

But I can’t. I don’t need these dresses. I need the money they can make me way more.

“I’ll want to take photos of them and put them on Instagram right away. I have lots of followers and they watch closely, always ready to pounce. Social media is the best thing that ever happened to my business.” She taps her lips, contemplating the dresses before her gaze slides to me. “Would you be willing to model them for me?”

I gape at her. Uh, no way is my automatic first response. “I don’t know…”

“You’re the original owner so it makes sense for you to model them. I’m sure they fit you perfectly.” She runs her hand down the front of a black velvet strapless cocktail dress. “Some of them look custom made.” Her voice is wistful.

That’s because they were. Mother spared no expense. She spent as fast as Daddy earned it. Turns out he was stealing it. And she knew all along.

“Um, I really don’t think I want my face shown.” I’m trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Posing for photos that’ll appear all over Instagram—I don’t care if this woman only has two followers—isn’t the way to do it.

“Not a problem. I’ll take the photos from the neck down. That’s how I usually do it. That way, the girls can imagine they’re the ones wearing the dress.” The woman holds out her hand for me to shake. “I’m Sandie by the way.”

“Alex,” I tell her as I shake her hand. I like that she’s so eager to sell them. That means I’ll see money quick. “When do you want to take the photos?”

“Can you come back later this afternoon? I need Susana to steam them first and make sure they look perfect.” Her face falls and she presses her hands against the glass counter in front of her. “Oh, wait. She called in sick.” A pause, accompanied by an irritated sigh. “Guess I forgot. Maybe tomorrow? But I really don’t want to wait until tomorrow. I could steam them I guess…”

“I’ll steam them for you,” I volunteer.

Her eyes brighten and she clasps her hands together. “You will? Oh, that would be fantastic. Have you ever worked a professional grade steamer before? It’s not that hard, trust me.”

“I’m sure I can handle it.” Maybe. I’m not that domesticated. When you grow up with a housekeeper who takes care of everything for you, you don’t need to be. “How hard can it be?”

She grows solemn. “You have to watch out for steam burn.”

Steam burn? That sounds scary. “Um…”

“If you’d rather I do it, I understand.” She smiles at me. “You can watch the store for me while I’m steaming.”

And that’s how I found myself with a job—my first job. Susana kept calling in sick and she was tired of it. “You sell one of your own dresses, your commission percentage is bigger,” Sandie informs me and my imagination runs wild at all the things I can bring in here and sell on my own, especially when she lets me know exactly how much my percentage will be.

I worked for four hours and then modeled my dresses as Sandie took endless photos with her iPad for another two. By the time I got home, it was almost dark, I was tired and Conrad and Jeff were playing video games in the living room, the volume turned up so loud I could hear gunfire and screams down the street.

Oh, and Steven was with them.

“Alex.” His face brightens as he smiles at me from his perch on the couch. “Hi.”

“Hey.” I shut the door and lean against it, contemplating this new situation. I’m worn out. I definitely don’t want to go out tonight—and definitely not with Steven. He’s nice, I like him a lot but I came to the realization around two in the morning that he is not the guy for me.

It’s not right to go out on a date with one guy while thinking of another.

Steven says something to Conrad, who pauses the game while Steven stands and heads in my direction. I push away from the door and slip my coat off, draping it over my arm as I wait for him to approach. He somehow looks better today. Maybe it’s because his hair is a bit of a wreck and it looks like he hasn’t shaved. Plus, he’s wearing glasses, which is kind of hot in that Clark Kent/Superman way.

Rough around the edges Steven definitely has appeal.

“You having a good Saturday?” he asks when he stops directly in front of me.

“I am.” I smile despite my exhaustion. I could probably collapse in bed right now. “I got a job.”

“You did? That’s awesome. We should celebrate.” His smile grows and I feel bad that I’m about to disappoint him.

“Let’s get pizza,” Conrad calls from the couch.

Steven makes a face as I say, “That sounds perfect.” It does. I don’t want to go out and make small talk. And what if he tries to take me back to the casino, gambling house or whatever that Tristan runs? I don’t want to see him again. Not now.

Not yet.

He frowns at me and lowers his voice. “Really?”

“Since I’m a working girl now, I’m kind of tired.” I step closer and touch the edge of his frames, my index finger grazing the skin just beneath his eye. “What’s up with these?”

His cheeks go red and I let my hand drop. I shouldn’t touch him or lead him on. That’s messed up. “I wear contacts most of the time but they were bugging me.” He looks sheepish. “I fell asleep wearing them last night and my eyes felt gritty when I woke up. So out come the glasses.”

“You look good in them,” I say truthfully.

“You think?” Steven looks surprised.

I nod, wishing I could like this guy. He’s so nice. Humble. Modest. Polite and sweet and cute—all words I could never use to describe that sexy jackass Tristan Prescott.

Here I go again, thinking about him. When can I not?

“You don’t mind that I’m here, do you?” Steven asks worriedly, endearing himself to me even more. “Conrad texted earlier and invited me over.”

“I don’t mind. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go change and then I’ll hang out with you guys.” I smile, trying to be nice but not too nice. I don’t want to lead him on.

“You will?”

“Well, yeah.” I normally don’t hang out with Conrad and Jeff and their friends. But it’s different tonight. Steven’s here and I want to get to know him better. Maybe spending time with him more will help drive Tristan out of my system once and for all.

I’m mentally contradicting myself. This isn’t good.

“What kind of pizza do you like, Alex?” Conrad asks as he gazes at his phone.

“Whatever. I’m easy.” I smirk at Steven. “Just don’t let that get around,” I tease him, making him blush even further. Jeez.

Conrad hesitates a little before he says, “Got any friends you want to invite over, Alex?”

Not really. Well, there’s Kelli, but will she want to hang out with these gamer nerds? Anyone else I know would be through Kelli and they have boyfriends already…

“Let me see what I can put together,” I tell Conrad, offering Steven a quick smile. “Be right back,” I tell him as I turn and head for my bedroom.

Well. This ought to be an interesting night.

After driving aimlessly for over an hour, I ended up at Gabe’s because I had nothing else better to do on a cold Saturday night. When I left the house, Shep was with Jade locked away in their bedroom—and we know what’s happening in there. I decide to go to the casino because why the hell not. It’s Gabe’s night to work but the minute I walk through the door, I see he’s got Lucy with him, sitting on his lap for God’s sake, her arms looped around his neck as she stares at him lovingly.

Of fucking course.

“What are you doing here?” Gabe asks as he shifts Lucy off his lap and rises to greet me.

“Bored,” I mutter, shoving my hand through my damp hair and pushing it off my forehead. It’s raining out, the drops like ice and so fucking miserable. What else am I going to do? All I can think about is fucking Alexandria. Alex. Ali. Whatever the hell her name is.

I need a drink.

Gabe tries to keep his expression neutral but I see the surprise flare in his eyes. “You’re bored? But it’s Saturday night.”

“Yeah. So?”

“Go to a bar. Find a girl. Buy her a drink. Take her home. The end.” Gabe shakes his head. “Isn’t that your normal mode of operation?”

“I don’t want to go to a bar.” Only if it’s a guarantee that Alexandria will be there. Otherwise, fuck it.

“Say what?” Gabe clutches his heart and stumbles backwards, the asshole. “Are you sick? Or maybe my hearing’s going on me.”

“Shut up.” I shrug out of my jacket and hang it on the coat rack by the door. “I thought I’d come help you.”

“It’s dead.” Gabe waves a hand at the near empty tables. “I think it’s the weather. No one wants to go out in this rain.”

Yeah. Me either. But here I am, with nowhere to go. I guess I have options, girls I could call, text, whatever. Ask them if they’re down to fuck.

Just thinking those words make me think of her. And I refuse to text Alexandria. She never answered my text from last night so forget it. I’ll just suffer through alone.

It sucks. What the fuck is wrong with me? I should go to a bar, pick up a hot blonde with small tits and long legs and fuck her until sunrise. Or maybe fuck her for only thirty minutes. Just enough time to come and get out of there before she sinks her claws into me too deep. That’s what they all seem to want. Except her.

Hell. I don’t want another blonde with small tits and long legs.

I want her.

“Where’s Kelli?” I ask Lucy.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her all day. Why do you ask?” Those dark brown eyes are watching me closely. Too closely.

“You shouldn’t lead her on, Tris,” Gabe warns. “That girl used to like you.”

And here we go. Can’t a guy be friends with a girl he made out with for all of five minutes? “Thanks for the advice, Dad, but I’m a big boy and Kelli is a big girl. And besides, she used to like you,” I remind him.

He sends me a look, one that says he does not like me saying that in front of Lucy. Well, tough shit. That’ll teach him for getting all cautionary tale on me. “You shouldn’t lead her on.”

“I’m not leading her on. I don’t like her like that and she knows it. I like someone else.” The second the words leave my mouth I want to grab them back, stuff them down my throat and hide them away in the darkest, most secret place inside me. Where they belong.

Lucy’s eyes go so wide I’m afraid they’re going to pop out of her head. “Who do you like?” she practically breathes.

Gabe crosses his arms in front of his chest and tilts his head, looking full of doubt and muscles. “Alex.”

I say nothing. Just pull my phone out of my back pocket and send a quick text to Kelli.

Where are you?

She replies almost immediately.

You would LOVE to know stud.

“Are you texting Alex?” Lucy asks excitedly.

I ignore her, my fingers flying over the screen. I’m pretty good at this typing with thumbs thing. And why the hell is Kelli calling me stud? She’s so fucking weird.

Tell me.

You’ll be jealous.

Now you have to tell me.

Playing video games with a bunch of sweet nerds. They’re kind of cute.

I frown. Kelli doesn’t like nerds. Well, that ex of hers was a total dickhead, but not what I would consider a nerd. Huh.

Why would I be jealous of you playing video games with dudes?

There’s someone else here who you might want to see.

I lift my head, my gaze meeting Gabe’s. He frowns at me. “What?”

Shaking my head, I realize I can’t fucking speak. It’s like a giant ball is lodged in my throat and I can’t swallow past it. I know who’s there with Kelli. I can’t hardly believe it but it must be true.

Who is it?

Her name begins with A.

And ends with A.

Alexandria.

My phone dings.

She’s here with her boy.

Who’s her boy?

Steven.

Fucking shit. If I could hit something I would. Right now.

Forget this text crap. I hit dial and impatiently wait for Kelli to answer.

“Took you long enough. I figured you’d call me seven texts ago,” she says in greeting. There’s a lot of noise going on in the background, including the sound of male voices and excessive gunfire.

“Where exactly are you at?”

“Hold on,” she says irritably before she pulls the phone away from her ear. “I’ll be right back,” she tells whoever she’s with. I hear protests, most of them male and she laughs, letting them know she won’t be gone long.

Her groupies. How sweet.

“Okay,” she says a few seconds later, sounding out of breath. It’s quieter in the background, no more gunfire and hers is the only voice I hear. “Um, I’m at a house.”

I want to growl in frustration but keep it in check. “Whose house?”

“Here’s the funny thing. I’m at Alex’s house. Can you believe it? She lives with these two guys and they’re so hilarious, like I can’t stop laughing whenever they talk. And they talk a lot. We were playing Mario Kart earlier and they totally kicked my ass. I mean like, they decimated me, and Alex too. Now they’re all playing Call of Duty and I’m kind of getting bored.” She pauses. “You should come over.”

My heart is racing. So hard it feels like it could pound right out of my chest and land on the floor. “Alex is playing Call of Duty?” I find that unbelievable.

“No, of course not,” Kelli immediately says.

“Then where is she?”

“Sitting on the couch looking ready to pass out. She had a rough day.”

I start to pace. I don’t like hearing Alexandria had a bad day. What does that mean? Is she all right? Did something bad happen? Or is she just tired?

“There’s no way she wants me there. I’m not coming over.”

“You need to be here. You showing up will blow her freaking mind. Trust me. Plus, that Steven guy is trying his best to show he can be the sweet, charming potential boyfriend she wants and I think it’s starting to work.” She whispers that last part.

“Bullshit,” I mutter. No way. I saw how those two interacted together last night. They had about as much chemistry as two pieces of dry toast.

“No, I’m dead serious, Tristan. Things are getting sketchy over here. You need to stake your claim before he steals her away.”

“Like he can,” I scoff. Like he has anything to steal from me. Alexandria’s not mine.

I can’t put any claim on her.

“He’s super into her. Girls love that sort of thing.” Kelli pauses, her voice lowering even more. “I think she really likes him. He’s so nice. That’s what she told me.”

“That’s all he’s got? He’s nice?” I laugh, but it’s forced. Worry gnaws at my gut. Not that I’d ever admit it. “You can’t fuck nice, Kel. You can’t have a good time with nice,” I stress.

Kelli sighs. “Yeah you can, Tristan. Some girls want nice. Nice is safe.” She pauses. “A girl can count on nice, and we like that. We like that a lot.”

“If she wants a nice guy, then she definitely doesn’t want me.” I’m the farthest thing from safe and nice and we both know it. “If she’s into Steven, she can have him.” It about kills me to say that. Why, I don’t know.

Honestly? I don’t want to analyze it too closely. I might not like what I find out.

“Giving up so easily, huh?”

My blood flashes hot, the anger rising and threatening to choke me. I love a challenge and everyone knows it, including Kelli. I still have that stupid bet with Shep, though I should just pay him and be done with it. “How is it giving up when I didn’t really try in the first place?”

“Go ahead and keep telling yourself that,” Kelli taunts. “Want me to text the address to you?”

Is she really daring me to go over there? Because I so will and worse? Kelli knows it. “I already have Alexandria’s address.”

“Wait, what? How did you get it?” Another pause before her voice blasts in my ear. “You fucking stalker. Have you been following her around?”

I end the call. Chick was giving me a headache and besides, we’re just wasting time.

“Gotta go,” I say when I turn to find Gabe and Lucy blatantly watching me.

Gabe takes a step forward, his face an intimidating mask. Doesn’t work on me, though. I know all of his weaknesses and his worst one? He has a terrible poker face. Guy can’t trick a bet for shit. “Are you really going to hook up with Kelli right now?”

“Hell, no.” I move toward the front door, snagging my jacket off the coat rack before I head out. “Not that you believe me.”

“Where are you going then?”

“I’m gonna go play video games,” I tell them as I open the door.

And disappear into the dark night before they can utter another word.

I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, which is some sort of miracle because the TV is turned up at top volume and the game the boys are playing is so freaking loud I can hardly hear myself think, let alone try and fall asleep.

But try and fall asleep I did because I grabbed one of the throw pillows, leaned my head on the arm of the couch, closed my eyes and within minutes I was out. For how long I’m not sure because the next thing I know, someone is shaking me awake, chanting sleepy head again and again.

It’s super annoying.

I crack open my eyes to stop the noise and find Kelli’s face in mine, a little smile curling her lips. “Hey,” she says, like she’s surprised I woke up. “Welcome back to the real world. You fell asleep.”

“I know.” I rub my eyes, feeling cranky, like a little kid. “Wish you wouldn’t have woke me.”

“You have company,” she sing songs and I close my eyes, struggling to block the horrible noise that comes out of her mouth.

The girl flat out can’t sing.

“They’re all Conrad’s friends,” I tell her.

“Not all of them.” She smirks. “Like Steven?”

I wave a dismissive, lazy hand. “He came to see Conrad.”

Kelli coughs into her hand. “Bullshit,” it sounds like.

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” I should lock myself away in my room and be done with it. Kelli’s acting strange. And I’m tired of hearing dudes yell, “Fuck yeah,” and “Get that asshole!” anyway.

“I’m sure your guest will be thrilled to hear that,” Kelli murmurs gleefully.

“What are you talking about?” I sit up and swing my legs over the couch so I’m in a sitting position. I scrub a hand over my face, smooth my hair away from my eyes and focus in on the guys who are all sitting on the floor or on giant beanbags playing what appears to be an intense round of Call of Duty.

One of them who just so happens to be Tristan Prescott.

Gasping, my hand flies to my mouth, then back over my hair. Oh my God, I must look an absolute wreck. I’m wearing yoga pants and an old sweatshirt that’s so baggy I can get away without wearing a bra.

As in, I look like shit.

Why is he playing video games with my roommates? I turn to glare at Kelli and she looks so freaking amused I know she had a hand in this.

“What the hell is Tristan doing here?” I hiss-whisper.

Kelli sends me a look. “Be careful. He might hear you and you’ll hurt his feelings,” she cautions.

“He doesn’t have any feelings,” I return.

She considers what I said and nods. “You’re probably right. He’s pretty much the biggest asshole I know.” She grins and shoves my shoulder, making me almost topple over. “But he came to see you, Alex. Can you believe it? He can have any girl he wants and he’s choosing you.”

She says it like it’s some sort of twisted honor. Whatever.

“For tonight,” I mumble because it’s true. I don’t want to be another conquest, another notch in his bedpost or however that saying goes. And that’s all I’ll be to Tristan. We don’t know each other. And I don’t want to get to know him, as a friend or otherwise. That’s a situation I’d rather avoid altogether.

“You should go say hi,” Kelli encourages.

I study him. He doesn’t even see me, which isn’t a surprise. Those gorgeous blue eyes are locked on the big screen TV, his long fingers curled around the controller, and they’re moving as fast as possible as he starts shooting up whatever it is that he’s found. The other guys are yelling at him, so many F-bombs are flying in the air I wince and he just grins as he keeps killing the bad guys.

Why does he have to be so gorgeous? It’s like it hurts to look at him. Dark hair curls around his neck. He’s wearing a white long sleeve thermal Henley—he must have a bunch of those thermal shirts and he must know how incredibly sexy he looks in them—and jeans, boots covering his feet, making him look rugged and sexy and God, I need to get out of here now before I do something stupid.

“I’m going to bed,” I tell Kelli as I stand.

The disappointment on her face can’t be missed. “Are you serious?” She stands as well, hands on hips, attitude in full force. “He came here for you.”

“He doesn’t look like he stayed for me. More like he stayed for Call of Duty.” I wave a hand at the TV.

“You were sleeping! What else was he supposed to do?” We’re yelling at each other but not one of those guys is paying us any attention.

“I don’t know, but I’m not going to stick around and wait for him to finish like one of his other female groupies.” I’m not mad that he’s here. Really. It’s just the fact that I’m supposed to run up and greet him like I’ve waited all night for him to make an appearance? Should I thank Kelli for getting him to come here?

I’m thinking that would be a no.

“Thanks for coming over,” I tell her truthfully. I’m glad she came. My other roommate Felisha went out on a date so I would’ve been the lone female among three other guys. Having Kelli here balanced it out and she was the one who convinced them to let us have a Mario Kart match, which had been a lot of fun. “I had a good time.”

“Me too.” Kelli pulls away from me, her mouth turned into a frown. “You should say something to him.”

“Like what? Glad you came over, have fun shooting up the bad guys?” I wave a hand. “Just let him have his fun. He won’t even notice I’m gone.”

I leave the living room before Kelli can say anything else. Knowing her, she’d try to convince me to stick around and I want to be alone with my thoughts.

Did he really come here to see me? Of course he did. He’s not friends with my roommates, and he’s definitely not friends with Steven. The only person he likes that’s inside my house at the moment is Kelli. Meaning she had something to do with his sudden appearance.

I’ll forgive her and let it slide this time. If she tries to do something similar again, I’ll be pissed. I don’t need Tristan Prescott brought into my house like some sort of prize.

I have enough problems on my own. I don’t need to add him to the mix.

Going about my nightly routine, I lock myself into the bathroom and wash my face, remove any lingering eye makeup and then lotion up my skin, not only my face but practically my entire body. I’m big on moisturizing, got the habit from my mom and I think it seriously helps.

Well, I’ll see if it’s still helping when I’m in my forties.

I exit the bathroom, pausing in the narrow hallway to hear what’s being said in the living room—constant shooting, guys’ voices. Kelli asks if anyone wants a beer and Jeff shouts that he wants to do a round of tequila shots. They all cheer in agreement and I hear the clinking of glasses as Jeff or Kelli rummages through the cupboards. I’m just assuming.

Tempted to go out there and ask for one, even though I just brushed my teeth. Hoping to catch Tristan’s attention. Hoping to talk to him, though I know it’s pointless. Dumb.

Dangerous.

Annnd that’s my cue to go to bed.

Closing my bedroom door behind me, I turn the lock and quickly change out of my yoga pants and sweatshirt, slipping on a pair of one size too small shorts I bought at Victoria’s Secret when I was sixteen. They fit back then, but after constant washings and my ass spreading, now my butt cheeks practically hang out. So they’ve been regulated to sleep shorts. I tug on an old tank top—I sleep hot, I have ever since I was a kid—and am taking off my earrings when I hear a soft knock at my door.

I rush to it, shaking my head. “I thought we already said goodbye—” I start as I crack open the door, thinking that it’s Kelli. But it’s not.

It’s Tristan.

His arms are above his head, his hands gripping the top of the doorframe, his biceps straining against the sleeves of his shirt. He looks…delicious. “We never even said hello,” he says, offering me the smallest smile.

A smile that says a lot, yet nothing at all.

“What do you want?” I ask quietly, clutching the door handle for dear life. It’s either that or let go and slither to the floor like a puddle of nothing at having him so close.

His jaw works, the muscle flexing in his cheek before he says, “I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I want.”

My knees grow weak at his words. Me. He’s referring to me. I pull the door closer, needing the barrier between us. I’m wearing hardly anything and I don’t want him to see me like this. No makeup, sloppy bun on my head. I’m a wreck. Plain and boring while he’s dazzling and gorgeous and all he has to do is stand there and breathe. “You don’t even know me.”

“Do we have to go over that tired explanation again?” he asks, sounding exasperated. The muscles in his arms flex, drawing my attention and I wonder what it would feel like, to have those arms around me. “I don’t need to know you in order for us to fu—”

“Don’t say it.” I reach out and touch his mouth again, like I have no control over my hand. My fingertips press into the fleshy part of his lower lip, testing it. Savoring it. His breath is a hot blast of air as he parts his lips and I almost withdraw my hand.

Almost.

Not yet. Enjoy it. Enjoy having him this close.

“You should go,” I whisper, my voice trembling, my entire emotional being shaken to the core. I haven’t been this rattled since I went to my parents’ sentencing in court.

But that was a different kind of rattled. I was scared then. Worried for my parents yet mad too. Conflicting emotions ran through me that entire morning as I nervously paced and wrung my hands and freaked out over my future. While I worried, my parents consulted with their team of lawyers, never once asking if I was all right.

I should’ve taken that as a sign. They were selfish. Always. Putting their own actions and feelings above everything else and not giving a shit about their kid.

When the sentence was formally handed down, I felt a weird sense of relief. At last I finally knew. I was truly alone.

But I’d been alone a long time before that, I just never fully faced it until that moment.

With Tristan, I know absolutely nothing, and that’s the scariest part. What’s going on in his head? What motivates him? Why does he try to hook up with every girl he meets? I don’t know why he’s here, why he’s interested, why he won’t leave me alone. I’ve shown him in as many ways as possible that I don’t want anything to do with him.

Yet here he is. Persistent as hell and by the determined look I see on his handsome face, he’s not ready to give up on me. I let my hand drop, afraid I might do something crazy. Like grab the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

“I came here for you,” he admits, his voice low. “But you were sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you.”

His confession is…sweet. And Tristan doesn’t do sweet. I know this. I’ve heard enough about him—from Kelli—to understand that he’s a man-whore of the highest caliber. When Shep began dating Jade, Tristan started screwing around even more. And when Gabe and Lucy got together?

Kelli said Tristan was going out with a different girl every night, like he was making up for what Shep and Gabe had lost.

Taking a shaky breath, I decide to be honest with him. “I think you’re going through an I-want-what-I-can’t-have stage, Tristan. This has nothing to do with me.”

His eyes darken. “See, that’s the thing. It has everything to do with you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

We stare at each other silently. I can’t believe he just said that. From the look on his face, I’m thinking he can’t believe he said it either.

“Are you interested in Steven? He’s a nice guy.” Tristan pauses. “I’m not.”

“I like Steven.” The flicker of disappointment in Tristan’s gaze at my admission is unmistakable.

“Of course you do,” he mutters, sounding disgusted. “I get it. You’re right. I should go.”

He lets go of the doorframe, his arms falling to his sides and I reach out to touch him, my hand resting on his chest, feeling the thundering of his heart beneath my palm. “Don’t go,” I whisper.

Tristan frowns. “What about Steven?”

“I don’t like him in—that way.” I curl my fingers into the fabric of his shirt. He’s so warm. So hard. I wonder if he’s that warm and hard everywhere. My entire body flushes at the thought and I want to fan myself. The air crackles with an unseen energy that I can feel swirling between us, making me dizzy.

Making me want him, even though I shouldn’t.

“Not in what way?” he asks, his gaze flicking down to where I’m grasping his shirt.

“Not in the way that I like you,” I confess in the barest whisper. My throat’s dry. My heart is racing. If he says something mocking and stupid I’m going to punch him. Seriously. I just confessed something I never wanted him to know and if he makes a mockery of me I will lose it.