The Boundary Line

Chapter 16

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Btw guys, Lucia and Tristan have NOT kissed. A lot of people were confused in the last few chapters because they thought that they had kissed. No guys, we haven't gotten to that part yet (;
Thank you for reading! Xx

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I was having a hard time contemplating on whether I had heard Tristan right or not.

Did he just say what I think he did?

I stood staring at the door that my sexy mysterious mate had just gone through. My heart was beating ridiculously fast and my palms were beginning to sweat.

It was then that I came to the conclusion that my ears were working perfectly fine and that Tristan did just directly tell me I'm going to be staying in his room. Sleeping in the same bed. With him.

The way Tristan had said it, it wasn't a question. It was an order; a demand. I could already tell that I had no choice in the matter. Not that I'd say no to him or anything.

However, it was unexpected and I was very surprised that Tristan would want me to sleep in the same room as him. He had made it quite clear on a few occasions that he didn't want to get close with me. As in trying to protect me from his past or something. Well that's what I kept telling myself.

I knew for a fact that with both Tristan and I sharing the same room and bed, we were bound to bond better and get closer.

Well you'd want to hope so! My wolf hissed at me. Our relationship with our mate is poor and weak; unusual! We haven't even kissed him! My wolf whimpered and my heart plummeted a bit as her words sunk in.

She was right. Tristan and I did have a weak relationship and to others it may seem like that. But the passion, the connection we have, it was mind blowing and something that left me panting with more. What Tristan and I have is confusing, raw and real.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Get yourself together! I scolded at myself. Realising that Tristan was probably waiting (impatiently no doubt) for me to follow him, I moved my heavy feet towards the door.

Act cool, don't let him show you how much this effects you, I told myself as I tentatively stepped into Tristan's room. My eyes searched the room, expecting him to be there. But he was nowhere in sight. My eyes landed on my bags that were placed at the end on top of the large and comfy looking bed.

I felt so odd and out of place as I walked further into the room. I felt as if Tristan was going to appear any minute and shout at me to get out. My gaze landed on the closed bathroom door. I knew he was in there. I could literally feel him behind that door. As if sensing my thoughts, the door was flung open and my heart skipped a beat as Tristan strolled out casually.

I blushed slightly and looked out the window as Tristan walked over to the bed. I just felt so unease at being in his room and worried that he was going to change his mind.

I decided to turn around, hoping I find a somewhat happy Tristan but instead I'm faced with a...confused Tristan. His forehead was creased with lines and his dark brows were drawn close together. Part of me melted at how cute and adorable he looked and I thought I was imagining his expression.

I felt my heart swell with pride. Tristan was getting better at showing emotion.

"Is everything alright?" I asked from where I was standing by the window. There was a slight gap in the window and a light breeze blew around me, ruffling my hair gently.

Tristan raised his head to met my gaze. My heart was a slow tortured beat as our eyes locked briefly before he swiftly looked away from me. My eyes followed his when they landed on my bags in front of him.