Page 38 of Fake Rocks
Well, not sleep obviously, but to carry on what we’d been doing last night and this morning.
I wasn’t sure whether I was ready to tell Jonas our relationship had moved on to a different level to the one we had initially set out for it to be. He would already have seen a couple of the pictures and short paragraphs which had ended up onThe Gosswebsite and another one of the sidebars of shame. That had to make a difference to my so-called tarnished reputation in his eyes. I suspected Joel may have fed them some information, given they knew Tris’ full name and where we’d met. “Did you plan on going home?” I asked Tris.
His eyes were closed. We were sitting next to each other because of the amount of people on the train, sharing a table with an elderly couple who had got on at Crewe and complained we were in their seats. “God only knows what time we’re going to get back, so it might be easier for me to stay over.” His mouth twitched and I knew he was thinking the same as I was.
“That would be nice.” I kept my tone light, trying to act as if I didn’t care what he did.
Tris cracked open one eyelid. “I meant so I could be there when Uncle Col arrives tomorrow morning. We’ve got to finish the kitchen.”
I punched him casually in the ribs. “Oh, really?”
He opened his other eye and grinned at me. “What did you think I meant?”
My gaze travelled down his body, making the obvious stop at his crotch. “I had fun last night. And this morning. So, I wondered…” I trailed off, letting him fill in the gaps.
“Honestly, Saff, you’re going to wear me out at this rate.”
The older woman on the other side of the table gave me a dirty look, no doubt making judgements based on my appearance and adornments. Part of me wanted to push her to see how far I could go. But it was also a long time until we arrived in London and there weren’t any stops in between then and now, so I didn’t really want to have someone glaring at me for the remainder of the journey. Instead I gave her a broad, false smile.
“Okay, I promise to keep my urges to myself.” I couldn’t resist running a hand over Tris’ thigh, my hand dangerously close to his fly.
“I think that’s probably for the best, don’t you, missy?” The woman said, her tone cold and her expression one of a bulldog chewing a wasp. “We don’t want that kind of behaviour here in First Class.”
I held back a giggle. If she knew some of the things I’d got up to in the past on a train. And not even in First Class.
“Yes, of course, I’m so sorry for disturbing your journey.” I’m sure she could tell my words were hollow. “Not long now.”
To keep the peace, I shoved my earphones in and replayed the track from our rehearsal the other day. The more I listened, the more I loved the song. I knew it would make the perfect comeback tune. Even Jonas couldn’t fail to agree. While I listened again, Tris’ hand found mine, his thumb caressing my palm. Seriously, if he kept that up, I wasn’t going to be able to wait until we got home.
Jonas was in the living room when we arrived. In typical Sunday fashion, he was wearing fancy men’s yoga pants and a loose cashmere sweater. He sprawled out on the sofa, the supplements from one of the Sunday broadsheets spread out around him, along with a copy ofThe Informer.
“Hey, Jonas. On your own?”
He glanced up from the newspaper. On occasions, he had someone stay over. I couldn’t remember if he was seeing anyone right now or whether he was ‘between relationships’. Despite the interest he took in my own love life, I had always been reticent to ask about his.
“I am yes. My…friend left after brunch.” He gave an awkward smile. Maybe he liked this one after all. “I saw some of the coverage of theRocciaevent. It makes for good reading, Saff.” He reached forThe Informerand opened it up to the appropriate page before handing it to me. On their celebrity pages were a few shots of Tris and I from the previous night, laughing, having fun, kissing. They accompanied them with a few short words about how I seemed very happy with someone who wasn’t a celebrity.
Even thinking about kissing Tris made me hot again.
“You don’t have to pretend when you’re at home.” Jonas’ gaze slipped to where Tris and I were holding hands.
“We’re not pretending. At least, I’m pretty sure we’re not after last night. And this morning.” I grinned, unable to help myself.
A flush crept up Tris’ neck. There wasn’t any point in keeping it from him, after all he was the reason we were together in the first place.
“Sorry, what?” Jonas’ brows knotted together as he tried to comprehend what I had said.
Tris disentangled his hand from mine. “I’m going to nip to the bathroom. Back in a minute.”
I flung myself down onto the sofa next to Jonas, not caring if I was sitting on tomorrow’s fish and chip wrappers. “You have the best ideas.”
“I do?”
“Yeah, Tris is amazing. We had such a good time this weekend, spending time together, getting to know each other and he’s incredible in bed.” A grin spread across my face I didn’t know how to stop. Not that I wanted it to.
Jonas placed his hands over his ears. “La, la, la, I don’t need to know, thank you.”
“Mmm, yeah, okay, TMI.”
