Page 126 of Love Not Qualified

With Tristan, every one of these was real. So what was I afraid of?

Maybe of repeating the same mistake again and getting disappointed in the end, but was it better to regret that I threw away the chance of being happy?

Fuck, I was confused.

What was the right thing to do now?

My heart beat louder in my chest with each second passing between us. His brows lowered in a frown when I didn’t reply and he took a step closer, probably thinking something happened.

He didn’t know my heart was screaming at me to kiss those sinful lips of his while my mind begged me to walk away. The brain was the rational part in the equation—that I knew because the heart simply felt.

But then, which one won? The rapid thumps in my chest or the loud voice in my head?

“What’s wrong?” Tristan asked.

“I—” I started. “I don’t know what to do either, Tristan, and I’m sorry for messing with your feelings this way. I just… have no idea what to do about us. What if we’re not right for each other?”

He released a breath, giving me a shaky and slow smile. It was almost as if he was relieved I was thinking about us. “I can’t know if we’re right for each other, Haelyn. But what I know is that some people are meant to be part of your life, to teach you a lesson or to change you as a person and you, Haelyn Ross, are meant to be part of my life.”

My knees shook and my mouth filled with saliva. He was making it sound so easy and maybe that was how it was. Maybe I was overthinking everything instead of enjoying life for once.

When was the last time I made a mistake? When was the last time I had fun and let go of every principle of mine?

Tristan stepped closer. “Be my girlfriend. Let’s start over,” he said with so much hope, I gathered some of it too.

I smiled, my eyes teary. “What are we? Twelve?”

“Not twelve, but young enough that I’ve never felt anything like this before meeting you,” he confessed, caressing my face with his finger.

He was telling me all these adorable and romantic things and I barely got to make a joke. I was still caught up in my mind and I wanted that to end. I wanted to live freely.

So I raised up to my tip-toes and circled my arms around his neck before smashing my lips onto his. He immediately responded with a grunt, raising me by my ass and guiding my legs to hold onto his torso.

I breathed in relief, smiling on his lips. “This feels so good,” I admitted.

“God, I missed this.” He broke the kiss, then started walking. I didn’t bother asking him where he was going, I just sunk my teeth into the skin of his neck, arching my back at the squeeze of his hands.

Every time he stepped, the spot between my legs brushed on his hard stone dick. I suppressed a moan.

“Look away,” he grunted when we walked into the building, probably alarming the security team.

When we got to the elevator, he pushed me into the wall, hungrily kissing me as he continuously clicked the button behind my ear.

His tongue met mine halfway and a fire ignited in my stomach the second his teeth grazed upon my bottom lip. He sucked it into his mouth and I shivered at the sensation.

The elevator wasn’t hurrying up at all.

I pushed into his dick and opened his pants by sneaking my hands between our bodies and grabbing hold of it. He thrust it into it, letting out a guttural groan.

When the ping finally reached our ears, he got us inside and I didn’t even get to see the doors closing when he dropped me on my feet and ripped my jeans open. The button flew somewhere on the floor as he worked his way into my panties.

“Fuck,” he murmured when one of his fingers sliced between my lips.

I held onto one of the bars and opened my legs for him, giving him better access. I couldn’t believe we were making out in an elevator, but I didn’t care. I was too preoccupied with watching the glistening in his eyes as he fucked me with his fingers.

I rolled onto his hand at the same time my eyes did, already feeling the orgasm building up.

Gosh, it was better than I remembered.

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