❝Are you done acting like you care?❞
Tristan's jaw clenches so hard that for a second I'm actually afraid his teeth will disintegrate. ❝I'll ask one more time. Where. Were. You. Last. Night.❞
I lift my chin, wishing the raw command in his voice didn...
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"I hate that thing. Like, I really do." I state vehemently, my heart still racing from the ride to campus in Tristan's stupid motorcycle. I swear he went at lightning fucking speed just to annoy me.
Tristan swings his legs off the bike and frowns at me, giving one of the handle bars a soothing little pat, "Don't say that, you'll hurt her feelings."
I snort incredulously as I pointlessly try smoothing down my windblown hair. I eye Tristan's hair which only looks better all messy and tousled— if only we could all pull that off.
"Oh, so it's a she and has feelings now?"
"She was always a she, and she always had feelings."
I roll my eyes and turn away, heading towards campus, mostly to hide the amused grin taking over my face but also because I was totally over this conversation. It was kind of concerning how much I enjoyed bickering with him.
He catches up with me in less than a few seconds with his long ass legs and drawls, "You know, you should be nicer to me."
"I am nice."
He gives me an unimpressed look and I plaster on a scarily wide smile that could give creepy clowns a run for their money before gushing, "See? This is me. Being nice."
"Give me some cred blondie; I got your order spot fucking on," he pouts. My chest warms with happiness at the reminder, and it brings a smile to my lips.
"Yes, yes, you did."
Best fucking frappe I've ever had in my life. Okay, so I had that thing nearly every morning of my life. And? The fact that he— sexy asshole extraordinaire, one who didn't look like he gave a shit about anyone but himself— had gotten it perfectly right just for me made it taste better, made me appreciate the flavor more somehow.
"I deserve nice June," he proposes.
"Nice June?"
"Yeah, you know, the side of you that you use with Gen and pretty much everyone else besides me. You should do nice shit to me," he explains solemnly.
"Mhmm, and what do you have on your mind?" I raise an eyebrow at him and ask flatly, "A blowjob?"
A wolfish grin takes over his gorgeous face as he shakes his head making a lock of dark hair fall over his eyes, "Perfectly perfect as that sounds, no."
"Then what?" I didn't realize that I was taking my time heading to the building, taking sauntering steps, savoring the fun casual time I have with Tristan.
That's the thing I absolutely adored about him; shit never got weird between us. I was literally giving him an over the pants handy, like, a few hours ago and now we were having a light teasing conversation with him as if last night never happened. It was never like this with anyone else, and as much as it scared me, I loved this thing between us too much to care.
