She swung her feet out of bed and walked to her front door to the call box, hugging her arms tightly around herself, and pushed the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Tessa?”
She froze. That was undoubtedly Tristan’s voice. But it’s way past curfew, he can’t be out right now and shouldn’t even know where she lives.
“Tessa? You there?”
His voice comes through again, and Tessa realizes that she’s been standing there silently for probably a solid minute.
“Trist?” her unsure voice breaks over the intercom.
“Can I come up?”
She takes a step back and looks around her, as if there’s someone else there that can explain what’s happening.
“Taaayylooooorrrrrrrr.”
She jumps at the sound of his voice and takes a step towards the call box.
“Uh, yeah, come up.”
She stands pacing in front of the door, listening with anxiety and thrill coursing through her veins as she hears his heavy footsteps climbing the one flight of stairs and stopping in front of her door, and then his hand knocks three times. She jumps at the noise despite knowing he was right there and takes a deep breath before opening the door.
He stands in front of her looking downright sinful.
He has stripped from his fancy dinner clothes and is in a pair of grey sweatpants with a simple white t-shirt, a Kansas City Royals hat pulled low over his eyes, and his feet tucked into a fresh white pair of Nike socks that are peeking out from Nike slides. Like always, he exudes masculinity and does it so casually that it should be illegal.
She notices immediately that he is looking at her with the same eyes.
His gaze runs over her body, particularly the very tight white tank top with no bra, putting her perky and full breasts on display with the slightest color of her pink nipples showing through, so teasingly it almost isn’t noticeable, but Tristan’s cock grows instantly.
Something about her like this makes him feel weak. She’s clearly freshly showered, not an ounce of makeup, cozy pajamas hugging her supple womanly curves in all the right spots. She looks comfortable and effortlessly sexy, and it strikes him that this is the true Tessa that he’s been yearning for all these years.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks, whispering as if they could get in trouble. “It’s almost two hours past curfew!”
“I know,” he says. “I had to see you.”
“Coach Rice will kick you off the team!”
“No he won’t,” he says, pushing past Tessa and stepping inside.
“And how do you know that?” she asks, shutting the door behind her and crossing her arms over her chest, suddenly very aware of how on display her upper body is. “Are you used to sneaking out to see girls?”
“Fuck no,” he says quickly. “I just know I won’t get caught.”
“I hate how cocky you are.”
“No you don’t.”
They stand there in the silence and darkness of her apartment, sizing each other up, challenging the other to speak first,the silver shine of the moonlight illuminating the space with glittering anticipation.
“How do you know where I live?” she asks, breaking the silence.
“Amber and I exchanged numbers before we left and I texted her.”
“And she gave you my address?” Tessa says, clearly horrified at her friend giving away such personal information.
