𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎--𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐄 [Discontinued :( ]

Dull blue-green eyes

(Y/N)

I couldn't sleep at all yesterday. 

***FLASHBACK***

I was twisting and turning all night. She explained as the scene cut to her with a pillow on top of her head. I couldn't get the image of Tristan's hand on my ass out of my head. It was so weird. He knows we're exes and I know he was high but c'mon man, you can't touch my ass!

So, I went downstairs to make tea even though the sun was peeking through the windows. I found Luke passed out on the couch and Serenity nowhere to be found. 

I covered him a bit more and pushed his rogue curl to the side of his forehead. He grinned softly and snuggled up to his pillow. He looked so peaceful and my heart was...full. A platonic full. I caressed his cheek and made myself some tea to help me sleep.

I avoid looking at the spot where my ex groped me but my eyes always found themselves staring at it and imagining his huge figure and his steady gaze. It gives me goosebumps. 

Anyway, after the tea, I made my way upstairs and guess who I see in my bedroom. 

"Hey," Tristan says. "Can we talk about what happened?"

My brain wasn't working and my dumbass said no.

"I'm sorry about touching you like that. I was high as shit and drunk and after wrecking the toilet I realize the mistake I made."  

I could tell he felt really bad about everything because he couldn't look at me. He hugged his lean body and kept shifting his weight. 

"I'm not mad at you Tristan I just..." I run a hand over my head. "Things like that can't happen. We're exes, not people who touch each other's asses."

"I'm sorry, you have no idea." He repeats and looks down at his feet like a sad child. "It won't happen again. I swear."

"Okay. Good." I nod and he leaves my room without saying a word. 

That didn't help me figure out anything--I thought to myself. I felt a sadness wash over me as he left. I don't know what I expected; that he was going to hug me? I just gave him the impression I never want him to touch me ever again. 

That sounds like a nightmare--my subconscious said and I bit my knuckle. 

"Fucking Christ," I mumbled and walked down to his door and knocked on it. Tristan opened it and raised an eyebrow.

"Just so we're clear, I don't hate you or anything. I forgive you. You don't have to worry about me holding this grudge against you. Or that I don't want you to touch me ever again."

A smile crept onto his face and even though it was dark his blue eyes sparkled. 

Goddamn blue eyes--my face heated up and I crossed my arms. 

"So, you want me to touch you?"

"What? No! I mean-yes but not like that-like you can touch me as a friend cause that's what we are-"

Tristan snickered and tilted his head back. 

I missed that adam's apple. Oh my god, what is wrong with me snap out of it. 

"I wouldn't touch you anyway. You smell." He closed the door and I went back to bed.

***FLASHBACK END***

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"Hey," Luke greeted. He had a mug of coffee in his hand and studied the painting you were working on. "This for school?" He pointed and stepped closer.