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"Jared was trying to tell me that He’s the best"

"He’s the best," Tristan agreed, affection in every word

"We never should have kissed I didn’t knoas my future brother at the tihtening

"When was this?" he asked, his tone very, very careful

"At the pool party, that night I went out with him"

"Did you…were you…" He didn’t seem to knohat to say, but his voice held a thread of so up, even in my drunken stupor

"Was I what?" I asked

"Are you attracted to hi like that Please don’t get h it were sore, his eyes getting a bit distant "I’m not mad I just need to knohat happened"

I waved my hand in the air in aand sloppy It reh to tell Tristan some shit that he’d never needed to know "We went out that one time He kissed me I let him, for like one minute

"You kissed for a fullhard at that spot on his chest

"I wanted to like kissing him"

"What? What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means that it lasted for a full ood kisser"

His head dropped back until he was looking straight up "I did not need to know that That’s so irl"

"Listen He was a good kisser, but it didn’t ht then that we couldn’t date My feelings were too strong for you, and I let hiue in your rowled

My brows shot up at that He was jealous, which I found to be thein the world "Now that you don’t need to know"

"Did he touch you anywhere?"

"Don’t be an ass I just told you everything, and you have no right to be jealous, let alone mad, Mr Slutty McSlutFace"

That surprised a short bark of a laugh out of hihtened, still rubbing at his chest "I’m not mad Really Just hurt" He rubbed harder as he said the word hurt

I putclose It was crazy, but I actually felt bad, even after all of the things he’d done that had been so much worse than my one minute kiss

"Is this what hurts?" I asked softly, caressing the spot he’d been rubbing It was right over his heart

He nodded, looking more miserable than I could stand

"It hurts your heart that we kissed?"

He winced, but he nodded, and it was perverse, but I loved that I could affect hiave me words of love, so any hint that I’d touched his heart had an iain You can trust both of--"

He cut his hand through the air in a dismissive motion "Of course I know I can trust you both It just hurts Probably because it re you, and how ive ht fro I did to push you away, and every time I lied to myself about how I felt"

"Do-over?" I asked him, which drew a sht I was cute I loved reading his s what each one of them meant, day by day He had the best s et about all the mistakes I’vehim pull me close

We were in the round, and I didn’t care I let him kiss ht kiss It wasn’t a romantic kiss It wasn’t innocent, or casual, or appropriate for public

It was a down and dirty, suck at ry, and perfect

By the ti at his shirt, and shaky at the knees

His h and unsteady "I need you Now I can’t wait even a o fuzzy as I tried to figure out what he coulde, with marble floors and counters, and stalls with doors that went floor to ceiling, covered in opaque glass that frosted as you locked the door

The stalls were so big, in fact, that they could accoave us a strange look as she walked out, and alked in, but luckily for us, she was the only one we came across before ere locked away

Tristan pushed my back hard into the door of the stall

I licked my lips as he worked hie and throbbing for er over my cleft He sucked in a breath when he found me wet

He didn’t even take offaside, both hands pushingroan

"If anyone coh this door, so I need to h pant intoat his shoulders as he ground into me

He was in a hurry, but even then, he still saw to my pleasure with a soft touch on my clit, and hard thrusts into my core