by H. M. Ward
“I didn’t want to risk being seen. You know, by nosy neighbors and all that.” Trystan had his hands in his pockets. He might have looked suave on the outside, but his pulse was pounding in his ears and the paper with Mari’s address on it was getting strangled in his pocket.
Mari leaned on the windowsill. Her breasts curved beautifully, swelling, as she leaned on her elbows. “Are you sure this didn’t have anything to do with, I don’t know, being you?”
Trystan grinned. “What does that mean? Being me is pretty good, but you’ll have to be more specific.”
She laughed. It was that magical sound he loved. It reached deep into Trystan and he didn’t want it to end. “The Romeo and Juliet thing, this little seduction scene you’ve got going on here. It’s insanely romantic. If you showed up with your guitar and sang from below my window, I would have died.”
Trystan snapped his fingers. His palms were so damp from nerves that they nearly slipped past each other without making a sound. “Damn it. I knew I forgot something.”
Mari smiled down at him before straightening up. “I’ll be down in a second. There’s a door by the kitchen,” she pointed the direction he needed to go, “I’ll come down and open it up.”
“But I was going to scale the wall.”
“Don’t you dare!” she said, still laughing and disappeared from the window.
Trystan walked in the direction she pointed and came to a leaded glass door made from thick wood. His heart dropped into his shoes. Not only was she smarter than him, but she was way richer. He was poor. Suddenly a rush of cold ran through his stomach and he wanted to leave. This was a mistake. There was no way they’d have enough in common, coming from such different backgrounds, but before Trystan could give it another thought, Mari threw open the door. She looked fantastic, her body all smooth curves and that bared neck was perfect for kissing. Trystan felt every inch of his body respond to her. If only his body listened to his brain.
“I’m glad you came,” she said shyly, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “I started to think you weren’t going to show up.”
Trystan walked past her and into the kitchen, trying not to gape. The kitchen looked like something that belonged in a showroom somewhere. His fingers found his pockets again and hid out in there to conceal the nervous twitch of his hands. “Practice ran late.” Turning toward Mari, he said, “I wouldn’t have missed this.”
“Good.” She held out her hand and Trystan reached for it, hoping she wouldn’t mind how warm it was. “I mean, I’m glad you came. Not seeing you after school was weird. We’re always together. Did you notice that before?”
His eyes slipped over Mari’s body and her face flamed red. “Of course I noticed. I notice every inch of you, every day.” He tugged her hand, pulling her into his arms. This was where she belonged. He could feel it. Smiling that wicked smile of his, Trystan said, “For the longest time, I thought you knew, and that you were just playing me.”
“Ha!” she blurted out, and wrapped her hands around Trystan’s waist. “I was playing you? You made me so crazy that I couldn’t think straight. I had no clue you thought of me that way at all, I mean, why would you?”
“Are you kidding?” Trystan asked, his hands tangling in her hair, as he tilted her face up to meet his gaze. “You have no idea what you do to me, how you make my heart hammer in my chest, until it feels like I can’t breathe another breath, how one look from those dark eyes sets my skin burning, longing for your touch, or how your smile sets me on edge and fills my dreams until I see you again. I thought you were doing it on purpose, but then I realized that you didn’t know—that you were just being you and I was the one with the problem.”
“The problem?”
“Yeah. I was hopelessly in love with you.” He ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke, brushing the back of his hand against her cheek. She looked up at him with such wide dark eyes, eyes that didn’t trust what they saw. She was afraid he’d hurt her, and Trystan felt exactly the same way.
After a moment, Mari looked down, breaking the intensity of the moment. “Come this way. I want to show you something.” Trystan followed her through the dark house, their fingers laced together. As they climbed the stairs, he knew where they were going, to her bedroom.
Stopping in front of the door, she turned to him. “I thought we could hang out and talk for a while, if that’s all right?”
“That sounds perfect.”
Mari pushed the door open and a smile leaked across Trystan’s face. She stepped into the room and turned to watch his reaction. He glanced around at the white moldings and thick trim around the door and window. There was a flat screen TV on one wall along with a stereo and iPod dock. A Kindle sat on her night stand, with a computer screen glowing softly on the desk next to her bed. The bed made Trystan pause. It was larger than his—well, the one his dad threw away—and was covered in a white and purple bedspread that had a cascade of ruffles on the skirt.
Trystan turned back to her, an eyebrow rising on his face in surprise, “Ruffles? Really?”
She shrugged, “What’s wrong with ruffles?”
“Nothing,” he said grinning, “it’s just more girlie than I would have thought you’d have. I thought you’d be practical, a solid colored comforter kind of girl.”
“I got it when I was twelve. Everything was purple, white, and unicorns. The bedspread was too expensive to toss, so the ruffle monster remains.” Marifolded her arms over her chest as she spoke, like she was embarrassed a little bit.
“It’s sweet. I can’t picture you at twelve, wearing ruffles.”
“I never wore ruffles. My mom wouldn’t let me. She said ruffles made melook fat.” She shrugged like it didn’t matter, but Trystan could tell it was more than that. There was a rift between Mari and her mom. He’d heard it before, theway her voice sounded weary, like she’d given up on her mom.
Trystan didn’t comment. Instead he crossed the room to a board decorated with ribbons. In the center of the board was a piece of paper with familiar handwriting. Trystan pressed his finger on the page and turned to look back at her, “Day Jones fan?”
“You know it. He’s dreamy.”
Trystan grinned and looked down for a second before meeting her gaze, “I thought I lost this. Some much happened that I didn’t know where it went.” It was the song he’d writen for Mari.
“I picked it up. If you want it back—” she reached past him to unpin it from the board, but Trystan took her hands and stopped her.
“No, it’s yours. It’s your song. I want you to keep it.”
Mari looked at his hands and Trystan released her wrists. Mari walked across the room and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her. Trystan felt like his body had frozen and turned to ice. For some reason, he couldn’t move. It felt like he’d shatter into a million pieces. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this before, but Mari made it different. Everything was intensified to the point he could barely breathe.
Sensing his apprehension, Mari said, “Come sit with me. We can watch TV or talk.” She meant, we don’t have to have sex.
The pit of Trystan’s stomach was in a free-fall. He breathed in deeply and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry. I’ve known you forever, but this is…” he paused reaching for the right word, willing her to understand him, “this is too important. I don’t want to mess it up.”
Mari smiled at him and shook her head. Pushing off the bed, she crossed the room and grabbed Trystan by the wrist, “Trystan Scott, I swear. If you act like this when I say I want to watch TV, what will you act like when I say I want to sleep with you? Come here and sit. You won’t screw this up.” She yanked his arm, pulling him to the spot in front of her bed. He watched her, thinking too many thoughts to speak, but Mari just smiled at him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Mari suddenly sat down and pulled Trystan down with her. They fell to the floor with a thud.
Mari laughed when she hit the floor. Sensing Trystan’s tension, s
he said,“Hey, I’m still me. This is still us. Nothing’s changed.”
Trystan’s smile faded as he sat up. Looking at her eyes, he whispered, “Everything has changed, for the better. Every time something finally goes right, something comes along and destroys it.”
Mari leaned in and kissed his cheek, “You’ll always have me, Trystan. No matter what happens, I promise my friendship is forever. Don’t worry so much. Let’s just spend time together the way we used to, but maybe you could kiss me once in a while, instead of torturing me with those sexy lips.” A wicked grin spread across her pink lips.
The taste of strawberry lip gloss filled his mouth. Trystan was worried, but that was only because he cared about her so much. “Anything you want, kiss ninja. But, you gotta realize that I’m in uncharted waters here. I don’t want to fall off the edge of the map.”
Mari laughed, “What, are you a pirate now?”
“I know how much you like those puffy shirts, so yes. My eye patch arrives tomorrow. I ordered it directly from Davy Jones, so it’s totally authentic. It’ll be kind of soggy, but his customer service wench assured me that it’ll dry out and have a nice sea brine coating.”
Before he could finish talking, Mari’s fingers found his waist and she started tickling him. Trystan managed to finish saying the snarky sea brine thing before retaliating. God, everything about Mari made him want to be with her. He was just so afraid of screwing it up.
No matter how much Trystan tried to worry, he couldn’t with Mari’s fingers wiggling against him. Every thought in his brain flew away as a massive tickle war ensued. Mari rolled across the floor, her smile and laughter intoxicating him further. She jumped to her feet a few times and Trystanjumped at her, knocking her back down and slipping his hands under the hem of her shirt. Her soft skin felt perfect. When Mari looked like she was about to cry, he’d let her wiggle away, only to repeat the scenario again.
Holding Mari close and hearing her laughter made him so high. If Trystan could stay like that, with her forever, he would.
CHAPTER 10
~MARI~
The look in Trystan’s eyes faded, as my fingers found flesh under his shirtand tickled. Trystan squirmed and wiggled, periodically laughing harder than I’d ever heard him laugh. The tickle fight went on until I’d rolled across the room twice. I had no idea how much time passed—a few minutes maybe—but when I looked at the clock it was past eleven. How’d it get so late?
Trystan reached for me, his fingers snatching at my waist and he pulled me closer. Positioning himself above me, Trystan held me in place, tickling me until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, and I was screaming like a lunatic.
That’s when I cheated. I totally lost. He had me pinned, but I couldn’t stop looking at his lips. Trystan’s mouth was so close and that smile was so sexy. I wanted to taste it. Trystan’s grin dissolved when my lips pressed against his.
Without a word, the tickle fight was over and he was on top of me.Trystan’s hands found my face and stroked my hair while his kisses grew hotter. Teasing me at first, Trystan’s teeth gently nipped my lower lip like he washesitant to do more. He lingered there, pressing small kisses to my mouth and gently nibbling my lip, teasing me until I couldn’t stand it.
Heart racing, I slipped my hands under the bottom of his shirt and found his back. Trystan’s skin was hot and smooth. Lifting my fingers, I held him closer, pulling him tighter against my chest. We were both breathing hard, like we’d been running for miles. I was so hot, so lost. I needed him so much. Trystan had no idea, but I decided I wouldn’t mention sex again, not after the way he acted before. I expected Trystan to be happy about it, but instead he seemed skittish.
I lay in his arms and enjoyed Trystan’s hot kisses and the sensation of his full lips pressing against mine. Heat seared through me, swirling in my stomach until my nails bit into his back. I didn’t mean to. It just happened. That’s when he finally kissed me. I mean, kissed me fully, deeply—the way he felt he should. The kisses up until that point were like he was holding back. Passion surged through us and things got hotter. If I could have pulled Trystan closer, I would have. I couldn’t get enough of him. Everything from his scent, to the way his skin felt beneath my fingers, to the way his muscles rippled beneath my touch made me want him more.
I was kissing Trystan Scott. No, it was more than that. He loved me and he was showing me what that meant, how he wanted to tease me with kisses untilI lost my mind.
“Trystan,” I breathed his name. He broke the kiss and looked down at me breathing hard. We were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “I love you.”
Dazzling me with a pure smile, he said, “I love you, too.”
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, just staring at each other. The way Trystan’s gaze moved between my eyes and my lips made me want to kiss him more. When his scorching look drifted lower, I knew I was toast. We had to do something else or I wouldn’t be able to stop.
As if he was reading my mind, Trystan sat up causing a blast of cold air to rush between us. “I’m thinking that I don’t have the self-control I thought I did.” Trystan gazed at the window with a sheepish look on his face. It was so sweet.
Laughing softly, I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked up at him.“Neither do I.” Scooting over behind him, I threw my arms around his shoulders and squeezed hard, hugging him from behind. Trystan nearly fell over, but I held him against me. After a second I released him, and Trystan turned around to look at me. I knew what he was thinking, that he should leave. It was insanely late. My parents would have killed me if I stayed out this late.
Before he could say anything, I asked, “Stay? Just a little longer? You have no idea how much better tonight is compared to last night.” The smile slipped off my lips. I couldn’t keep the bitterness out of my voice.
Trystan sat on the floor, his arm draped over his knee, with those sapphire eyes softly searching mine. Finally, he nodded, “I can stay a while longer. I just want to be gone by the time your parents get home. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
“They’re working the seven to seven shift and they usually get breakfast before coming home, so unless you stay all night, there’s no way you guys will run into each other.” I looked at him for a moment, wondering why he wasn’t antsy about missing his curfew, so I asked, “What time do you have to be home?”
Trystan smiled. It was the one that said he was going to evade the truth, but not quite lie. “There is no time. I don’t have a curfew.”
Sitting across from him, I felt my head cock to the side like a confusedPomeranian. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “Seriously.” It felt like he was leaving something out, but he didn’t say what and I didn’t want to push him.
“Then, stay here as late as you want. Oh, and since you don’t have a cell phone, I want you to have this.” I crossed the room and opened my closet door. Fishing out a box from the top shelf, I turned around and handed it to him.
Trystan had crossed the room and was standing behind me. He looked at the box and bristled a little. “You’re giving me a phone? Mari, I can’t take this.” He tried to push it back into my hands, but I shook my head.
“Yes, you can. It’s one of those cheap throw away phones. I bought it a few months ago because I lost the super-expensive phone my dad had gottenme. I bought that one and forwarded my calls to it until I found this phone.” I pointed to my smart phone on my dresser. “I can’t use this one and no one has the number. I thought it’d work good for us, you know, so I can hear your voice at night—so you can get hold of me, if you need to.” I felt fragile for some reason. I didn’t want him to say no, but I could see it on his face. He didn’t want it. After a second I said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you—” Pressing my eyes closed, I shook my head and snatched the box back from his hands. I turned to shove it into the closet, but Trystan’s hands fell lightly on my shoulders.
His voice was level, but when h
e spoke there was an intensity there that I’d never heard before, “What happened last night? Did someone hurt you?”
I turned toward him. Tears stung my eyes but they didn’t fall. I shook my head. His eyes searched mine like they were trying to find the truth. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t say it out loud. My parents don’t care about me. I’m alone. My throat tightened and I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to.
Trystan looked down at the box and took it out of my hands. “I’ll borrow it for a while. I want you to call me if something like that happens again.”
I couldn’t help it. The tears flowed over my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck and Trystan held me. I had no idea how much time passed, but when he stepped away I felt like everything might be okay, and it wasn’t because he took the phone. That was symbolic. For some reason Trystan didn’t want it, but he took it anyway to make me feel better. He put me first. No one did that for me before. I smiled and cried like a crazy person until Trystan’s shoulder was soaked with tears.
Trystan kissed my temple softly and said, “Tell me what happened when you’re ready. I’ll always be here for you, Mari. And if anyone ever hurts you—” he left the threat hanging in the air. I nodded and pulled away.
I sat down on my bed and before I knew it, I was recanting what happened last night. Trystan stood for a while and then he finally sat next to me. By the time I finished, he had his arms around me. “It’s stupid,” I sniffled. “I’m crying because I got yelled at. I sound like a brat.”
“No, you don’t.” He kissed my wet cheek and held my face between his palms. “And that’s not why you’re crying. I know you, Mari. I know what this is about.” He stroked my hair away from my face, and then I leaned into his shoulder, staring blankly ahead, not speaking. It was silent for a moment, until he whispered, “We’re more alike than I thought.”