Tristan
My hands are shaking so hard as I light the candle that it takes me a full ten seconds before the flame forms. My heart is pounding in my chest. I glance around my room, and an almost hysterical laugh is pulled from my chest.
It looks and feels like a fucking porno with the dim lighting and mood music playing from a cheesy Spotify playlist. She’s going to think I’m a sap, and I don’t even care.
She’s mine now. If she hasn’t said yes to my proposition yet, she will after tonight. I’ll make sure of it. She’ll want more than just “something.”
She’ll be my goddamn girlfriend.
The thought of it doesn’t terrify me as much as it used to. A six-year obsession is going to end with the thing I really wanted from the beginning. My fifteen-year-old self would be losing his mind if he could see me now, lighting candles and waiting for Amy to come to me.
After the end of her friendship with Harper, Amy wouldn’t even look at me when I tried to talk to her, and it used to kill me.Back then, if I’d seen a fraction of the warmth and tenderness that was shining from her eyes last night, I’d probably have fallen to my knees and begged her to become my girlfriend.
I won’t have to beg. When we’re lying in each other’s arms tonight, she’ll give herself to me freely.
She cares for me too. I know she does.
I take a deep breath to calm my racing thoughts. I can hardly believe this is finally happening.
I’ve waited six fucking years.
A soft knock resounds in the room, and my stomach flips over. “Come in!”
The door slowly opens, and Amy steps into my room. I rush over to her and lift her up into my arms. Just as I lean in to kiss her, I hesitate. Her usually bright eyes are dull. Is that stubborn chin of hers quivering?
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask.
She gives me a small smile and nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
I exhale, and an almost unbearable tenderness squeezes my chest.
She’s anxious.
“I’m a little nervous,” I say, hoping it will put her at ease. “I’ve been waiting fucking years for this.”
Her eyes grow wide, and I clear my throat as I set her down. Fuck, I really am nervous. This woman makes me crazy.
“So I bought all five seasons ofPoldarkfor us,” I say, gesturing at my TV. “This better be good, Amelia. This is a lot of TV I’m committing to watch.”
Amy smirks and sets her hands on my shoulders. “That might have been a waste of money. I don’t think we’ll be doing much watching TV tonight.”
I shiver, and my hands find their way to her waist. She lifts onto her tiptoes and presses her mouth against mine. My body catches fire.
I’m fucking her tonight. How is this happening?
She deepens the kiss, massaging my tongue with hers and grinding her hips against mine. This is too fast. If I’m finally fucking Amelia Harrington, I’m going to draw this out as long as I can.
I gently push her back, and she sucks on my lip, making a popping sound when we break contact. “Amy, I want to take this slow with you.”
Her eyes search mine. She looks like she’s skeptical.
Fuck, not this. Not tonight. I need to make her trust me.
“Why?” she asks, her voice breathless.
I chuckle, running a hand through my hair. “Because I’ve been waiting years for this moment, and I don’t want to explode the second I’m inside you.”
She frowns. “How could you have been waiting years for this when you’ve been with Harper?”
