Chapter 117\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thought that he might be looking at me but seeing someone else made\u00a0<\/p>\n
chest tight with a pain I didn\u2019t want to name.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tried to sit up, to put some distance between us before I did something stupid like believe him, but his arms tightened around me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
How come I can\u2019t stop thinking about you?\u201d he asked, his voice full of wonder and confusion. \u201cWhat did you do to me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hands moved to frame my face, thumbs brushing across my cheekbones with devastating gentleness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had to get up. I had to move away from him before I let myself fall back into this pattern, before I started believing that maybe this time would be different.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTristan\u2026\u201d I started to say, but his hands were already moving, trailing from my face down to my collarbone, across my shoulder\u00a0<\/p>\n
This wasn\u2019t the first time he\u2019d touched me, but somehow every touch felt new like he was discovering me all over aga fingers, every nerve ending singing with awareness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Shh,\u2018 he whispered, and then his lips were on mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
ve under his\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every shred of self\u2013control I\u2019d built up over the past few days evaporated in that instant. I kissed him back with everything I had, pouring days of longing and confusion and desperate hope into this kiss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We kissed like we were drowning and the other person was air. It felt like forever and not nearly long enough at the same time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This version of Tristan was different\u2013gentler, more reverent. Like he was afraid I might disappear if he moved too fast or held on too tight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hands explored my body like he was memuriting every curve, every sensitive spot, every place that made me gasp against his mouth. When he\u00a0<\/p>\n
finally lifted me off has chest and laid me gently on the bed, I felt like I was floating\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI miss you so much,\u201d he kept saying between kisses, and God help me, I believed him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I let myself believe that he missed me, that he was ready to fight for something seal between us, that this wasn\u2019t just alcohol and loneliness talking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Somewhere in the haze of kissing and touching, our clothes disappeared. I couldn\u2019t have said who undressed whom or when it happened. All I knew was the feeling of skin against skin, the weight of him above me, the way he looked at me like i was something precious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he kissed my forehead and slowly entered se, it felt like the world paused and I was flying at the same time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The way I felt when I rode Claire. I loved it. Tristan would be the end of me know it but I can\u2019t stop it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI missed you too,\u201d I whispered against his neck, meaning every word,\u00a0<\/p>\n
He moved slowly, carefully, like we had all the time in the world. This wasn\u2019t the desperate coupling from before this felt like making love, like something sacred and important.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you,\u201d he breathed against my ear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words hit me like lightning. I felt tears spring to my eyes, my heart stopping and racing at the same time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say? I needed to hear it again, needed to be absolutely certain\u00a0<\/p>\n
2032 Thu, Jan 8\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 117\u00a0<\/p>\n
*I love you. Never stopped.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
32%\u00a0<\/p>\n
I kissed him immediately, tasting salt from my own fears, nur bodies moving together in perfect rhythm as he moved in and out of me with my legs wrapped around his torso.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was everything I\u2019d dreamed of hearing, everything I\u2019d hoped for during bose long years of watching him from the sidelines.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I love you too, Tristan,\u201d I managed between gasps. \u2018I\u2019ve always loved you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Promise you won\u2019t leave me again,\u2018 he said urgently, his movements becoming more desperate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I promise,\u201d 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
through my tears. \u201cI\u2019ll never leave you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was so close, my entire body building toward that sweet release, when he said something that made my blood turn to ice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI never thought I\u2019d see you again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everything inside me went still. What was he talking about? See me again? hadn\u2019t gone anywhere. I\u2019d been right here the\u00a0<\/p>\n
the office.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mea..?\u201d I started to ask.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then he said the words that shattered my heart into a million pieces.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI missed you, Jess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The world stopped spinning. The air left my lungs in a rush, and I felt like I was falling through empty space.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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