“It’s your fault for getting involved with someone like her.”
“She wasn’t like that for like the first year,” he says. “She was chill and was comfortable in my world because she was focusing on sports medicine and it all seemed so easy. And it took my mind off ofyou.”
Tessa is taken off guard by his last words and backs up even more.
“Every single girl, Tessa, I’ve compared to you. And they never fucking measure up. And it has drove me crazy for 10 years and now you’ve been dropped right in front of me by God or the universe or whatever you want to call it, and you want me to just act fucking normal? Just keep on with my life? As if the love of my life isn’t standing right in front of me?”
“You’re making this very hard, Tristan,” Tessa says with a sigh, throwing her head back.
“Making what hard? Being around me?”
“Being around you. Not giving into you. Not fucking throwing myself at you.”
“Throw yourself at me,” he says desperately, stepping forward. “Please.”
“I can’t do that, Tristan. You have a girlfriend and I live in New York.”
“I don’t give a fuck right now.”
He is now standing in front of her, their bodies nearly touching, looming over her so menacingly that she has to strain her neck to see him.
He reaches a shaking hand out and tucks a few strands of loose blonde curls behind her ear before gripping the back of her neck with his large hand, and her breath hitches.
“I think about that night, the night I had you, all the time. Do you remember that?”
She sighs and leans into his touch.
“Of course I remember that,” she whispers. “How could I ever forget that?”
He takes another step, and now their bodies are touching, and Tessa can feel the undeniable evidence of his erection.
“You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen,” he says, leaning down further, his breath tickling her lips. “And I’m fucking dying to see your body now. Your curves now. What do I have to do, Tessa? Put me out of my misery, baby.”
A surge of desperate needs flows through her body, and she feels a deep ache in her core that she hasn’t felt in years. She hasn’t been with anyone since Joseph, and that spark died long before they finally ended things.
“I can’t. Not while you have a girlfriend.”
“So you’re not going to let me kiss you right now?” he asks, his lips so close to hers it wouldn’t take much effort at all to move in just a little bit more…
“No,” she says forcefully, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back. “I won’t let you touch me unless you’re single.”
He huffs but then nods his head in understanding and lets his eyes linger over her.
Her chest is heaving, and he can see her nipples are hard through the thin material of her dress. She has that telltale sign of when she’s turned on, where a pink blush creeps its way from her neck into her cheeks, and her blue eyes are dark with desire. She wants him just as bad, he can see it, and that only makes his cock grow harder.
“Do you ever think about that night?” He asks, catching her off guard.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“When do you think about it?”
Her heart rate picks up now. She knows what he’s doing, and she can’t decide if she wants to play or not.
“At night, usually.”
“Hhhm. When you’re doing what?”
“Touching myself.”
