No, no.
I can’t start believing his lies. He’s probably trying to warm me up before dousing me with cold water at the game closing ceremony.
But what if he’s not? What if Serena is right that I’m misinterpreting everything—the bet and those pictures?
Elizabeth misinterpreted Mr. Darcy’s every word and action, all because of an offhand insult he shared with a close friend when he thought she wasn’t listening.
I nod jerkily. “I can figure it out by then.”
He squeezes me tightly. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For thinking about it.”
Tears hover behind my eyes. Fuck, I must be drained from that orgasm. I’m never this emotional.
But I’ve also never heard him so humble before. Grateful that I’d even consider him.
“Alright,” he says. “Let’s get this boring ass movie on. I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep.”
I try to laugh, but my throat is too tight.
CHAPTER 19
Tristan
Amy smiles shyly at me before sitting down in the front row of the auditorium with the other two girls, Natalie and Mia. I grin at her. “I had a lot of fun last night, Amelia.”
Natalie and Mia both whip around to look at her, and her adorable chubby cheeks grow pink. “Me too,” she says in a tight voice.
Fuck, she’s so cute. I’ve made huge progress with her. Even a week ago, she would have told me to fuck off.
I’mthisclose to winning her. A few months from now, I’ll have fully quenched this obsession.
Tasting her was heaven. I don’t know how I made it through the rest of the night only cuddling with her. She must have noticed my dick was hard as a rock.
She didn’t mention it. My little Amelia is shy when it comes to sex.
I’m going to be so good to her. I’ll push into her nice and slow, kiss her softly, and tell her how perfect she is. I’ll get her used to me before I start fucking her raw.
And then I’ll have to let her go.
Just the thought of it fills my chest with an unbearable emptiness.
Fuck.
These tender feelings for her had better go away. Why do they seem to only get more and more potent the more time I spend with her?
Because I haven’t fucked her yet.
That must be it.
“Alright, everyone!” The announcer’s voice makes me jump. “Tristan has a special surprise for you today. A writing contest.”
The announcer explains the rules of the romantic scene writing competition, but I tune him out as I fix my gaze on Amy. She looks a little paler than she did a moment ago, and she’s tapping her thumb against her thigh.
She’s more than a little nervous, but she’ll be just fine. My girl knows how to write. Even if I weren’t planning on letting her win no matter what, she’s a shoo-in for this one. Writing romantic scenes is her passion.
