Page 115 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

But I didn’t.

I sighed and walked to my bed, tossing my bag in the middle. I undressed and went for a shower.

I took a glance at the time as I stepped outside the bathroom, drying my hair. It was almost one a.m. I slipped on my pajama set, consisting of a cami top and tight shorts.

I set my alarm and went under the covers. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I was restless. Suddenly, the bed felt too hot, and every corner was itchy and pricking my skin. I stood up and left the room. My feet kept taking me toward his door like a magnet. He was like an antidote I needed right now.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened before my skin could make contact with the hardwood shield. Tristan stood bare-chested in front of me, a pair of navy-blue lounge pants hanging below his waist.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither,” he rasped.

Neither of us made a move or said a word. I pushed myself up on my tiptoes and kissed him. He pulled me inside the room and pushed the door closed with his foot.

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TRISTAN’S POV

I’d been up for almost an hour, trying to sleep. The air in the room felt hot, and every side I turned to on the bed itched my skin like I was lying on hot sand. I shot up to my feet when I heard the door to her room open. I walked to the door and stood there, praying she was heading toward me. I blocked out every other sound and focused on her light footsteps. I reached for the door handle when I heard her footsteps stop. I could feel her from the other side. I opened the door and found her about to knock.

She slowly put her hand down. Her lips parted as she stared at me.

“I can’t sleep,” she said, drawing my eyes away from the soft features of her face to her rosy lips.

“Me neither,” I admitted.

I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but if I had to stand here all night with her, I would be content with that. Her eyes held mine, searching. I wished she could see how much I wanted to be her sanctuary. How much she put my life in order, how my world made no sense without her in it, how every beat and ache of my heart was only for her, and how I’d give anything to win her trust and love back.

I thought of asking her if I could help, but before I could let out the words, her lips were against mine, soft and eager as she molded into me. My arms wrapped around her, my lips devouring her. I pushed the door closed. I guided her to the bed as her fingers ran up my torso, leaving marks behind. I could never get tired of this feeling. She completed me.

She pulled away, lips plump and red from our brief make-out. “I needed to do that.” She smiled and sighed in relief. “Good night,” she said and headed for the door.

“Stay,” I said quickly.

She paused and turned around slowly. She walked to the bed and slumped on it. Her tits bounced, and her top rode up at the impact. I fought to keep my erection down as I walked to the bed. I took the space beside her. She snuggled closer till there was little distance between our bodies.

“I don’t know if I can look your mom in the eye again after that encounter,” she said, and I laughed softly.

“I should probably find a place quickly. I wanted to stay here longer because of the twins.”

No place was home without her. I wanted her around, taking up every bit of my space and leaving her imprint behind. I was afraid to ask her to move in with the twins. I didn’t want to tell her that and scare her away since the plan was to take this slow and see where it took us.

She was quiet and was staring at a spot on my chest.

“I will make sure it’s convenient for the kids,” I added.

“Is there a place for me too?” she asked, her tone playful and soft.

She met my gaze, and I smiled at her question.

“Always,” I whispered, tracing her left cheek.

Her eyes fluttered shut slowly, and she tried to fight off the sleep.

“Sleep,” I said, pulling her into my arms.

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