Page 13 of Their Little House Tristan
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, either. How did you feel about it? The kiss?”
A blush rose on his face.Okay. We might be on the same wavelength here.After all, it was Tristan who had kissed me. “I really like you. More than a friend. More than a roommate. That kiss. It was short and sweet, but it’s filled my dreams.”
I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him in for a hug. He looked like he needed it. “It’s been on my mind as well. I wanted to talk to you about it, but the last thing I want between us is awkwardness.”
“Me too. Kissing you…it feels like a dream.”
“I would love to kiss you again.” The statement, while fully true, burst from my mouth without permission.
“I would like that too.” He tore away from my hold. “But is it okay? Two littles?”
I ran the back of my hand across the soft skin of his face. “Is this something you want? Are you attracted to me?”
“I am. You look especially good when you come in from work wearing that suit.” He laughed, and the sound eased both of us.
“You look pretty cute when you get home from work as well. Would it be okay if I kissed you again? You know, make sure we still like it?”
Tristan nodded, and no more words were needed. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, gently at first but soon after, he reached for me, tilting his head, asking for more. We kissed and held each other for a few minutes until both of us were breathless.
“I still like it,” he said, getting up from the bed.
“Me too. I was thinking about macaroni and cheese with broccoli trees and mini sausages for dinner. Would you like to join me?”
His smile lit up my whole life. “I would like that very much. Are you cooking? Because I kind of suck at it.”
“I will cook. No problem.”
He began to walk out but looked back one last time. “How about we watch a movie in my room afterward? In our pajamas?”
“That sounds amazing. I’ll come get you when the food is ready.”
“Thank you, Bellamy. You’ve made me feel so at home here and with you.”
“You’re welcome. See you soon.”
We parted ways but only for a while. I showered off the stress from the day, or most of it, and put on some comfortable clothes and went to the kitchen. The short time it took to put together dinner gave me a chance to think things over. We hadn’t spoken more about James, but at least we’d settled what was unspoken between us. Did James only want to date Tristan or me, or both of us together? Those were the things I wanted to get to the bottom of, but for now, I was over the moon with excitement that Tristan liked me the way I liked him. The way Colter and Dallas liked each other.
I knocked on his bedroom door a while later to find him in some cute jammies. He was on his tablet. “Ready to eat?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m starving. And I was hoping we could watch one of my favorite movies tonight? And then maybe one of yours?”
That sounded like a dream.
“I like that idea, but we both have work tomorrow.” Tristan looked disappointed, and it broke my heart. “We have time for one though. I can pick next time. I’m not going anywhere.”
He gifted me the softest smile. “I’m not going anywhere either.”
Chapter Nine
Tristan
I don’t know why I was so nervous. I was going out with Bellamy, not a stranger. It wasn’t a first date where I had to worry about if we’d like each other—we already did. I didn’t need to worry if there would be any chemistry—there already was. I didn’t need to worry about if we had things in common—we had a ton.
And yet, as I was staring in the mirror for the fifth time, trying to figure out if this outfit was good enough, I couldn’t help being worried. What if making it official like this somehow made it no longer as good? Or what if he decided, after thinking about it, that I wasn’t really somebody he wanted to date, that he really only wanted a daddy, and I just happened to be there that day…and the other day…and this morning…
Oh gods. I was overthinking, and I needed to cut it out. If I didn’t, I was going to ruin our night before it began.
I grabbed my phone and keys off the counter and went downstairs to meet him. He was waiting in the foyer, ready to go.
