Between You and Me✔️

Chapter 35

The sexiest thing to sleep in was nothing at all.

Well, maybe that was too much and she was too timid for something wild. So she settled on simple black panties and a matching bra. Yes, this was as naked as she would go.

But she would not mind if he stripped those off.

She made sure she brushed her teeth well before she headed to Tristan's room. He was not in bed yet, he sat on the mat on his floor doing crunches. He looked so sexy there, she wanted to stop and stare at him. Instead, she walked past him and hoped her would see her.

Sure thing, Tristan stopped and turned to watch her get into his bed.

"Hey uh...where's your...you're not gonna wear anything?"

"No, should I?" She may not be in great shape like him, but she liked her body. No muscles like him, but nothing too shabby. "And I mean, I have my underwear on and they are clean, I know how you are."

"Okay, uh...sure, whatever." He stood up from the mat, rolled it up, and put it in the corner, all while watching her as she lay in his bed and watched him.

"Is something wrong?" she asked him.

"No."

It must have been whatever she said while she was on the brink of ecstasy. Maybe they needed to finish things. No, she told herself. They were going at their speed in the relationship, and she would not continue to pressure him about sex.

"I'm going to go wash up in your bathroom, is that okay?"

"Of course. I will try not to fall asleep on you."

Tristan turned to walk to the bathroom, then stopped, turned around, and walked over to her. He leaned over the bed, pulled her to him, and planted a long, sloppy kiss on her. It made the hairs on her arms prickle in a chill. It made her moan into the kiss and want more than just his tongue in her mouth. She wanted that tongue everywhere.

He finally pulled away, did not say a word, and headed into the bathroom and closed the door.

How could he kiss her like that and walk away from her like he did not set a fire deep in her soul? Why was he teasing her?

She lay there in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Thinking about Tristan and where things stood with them. Every day she learned something new about him that made her fall for him more and more. He was Gregory to her GiGi. She was in love with him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

Wait!

That's exactly what she said in her sleepy, ecstasy-induced slumber. She'd whispered, "I love you," and that is why he was freaking out. Why had she said that, at that moment? Yes, she felt that way, but she should not have said it to him. She was not ready for what that meant, and surely Tristan did not have those feelings for her.

Now what?

As soon as he walked back into the room, she stiffened up. Now she wished she wore her oversized t-shirt and sweatpants to bed. Tristan walked over to cut the lights off before he pulled the covers back and slid into bed.

Him being so quiet, she knew he was still in his feelings about what she said to him. Embarrassed, she turned in bed so her back faced him. She could not look at him. He probably felt the same way. What a mess she made.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Mmm, hmm," she mumbled.

Why was he talking to her? If she were him, she would forget the whole matter, fall asleep, and pretend she never heard those three words. She could claim it was a mistake. She didn't mean to say it...but was that true?

Would it be so wrong to just tell Tristan how she felt? What would he do? Dump her?

"Can I...put my arms around you?"

She didn't even know what to say. She had no words to say. She was afraid that something stupid would come out of her mouth. No one had to tell her what an idiot she was. Tristan was talking to her and yet she lay there saying nothing.

"Johanna...you okay?"

She closed her eyes tight, said nothing, and prayed he fell asleep and forgot all about her. Maybe she was crazy and she did not actually say what she thought she said.

It meant nothing, she kept telling herself as she fell asleep.

When she awoke early the next morning somehow, she was turned around facing Tristan, and he was awake, watching her. There he was, the most gorgeous man in the world to her, looking at her as if she was the most beautiful girl in the world. The way he looked at her made her forget whatever happened last night.

"Morning," she said to him.

Tristan said nothing but moved closer, pressed his lips to her forehead, and kept them there.

She should explain why she said what she said last night. It was hard enough that they hid their relationship from her sister. How much longer were they supposed to do that?

Finally, he moved away from her. "You want to talk about last night?"

Oh no! He wanted to know why she said what she said.

Before she could say anything she jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. This was about to get deep and she needed to get her head right. She used the bathroom, flushed, washed her hands, brushed her teeth, washed her face, ran her fingers through her hair, then finally made her way out of the bathroom.

Tristan was sitting up on the bed, just waiting.

"Tristan let me-"

"Wait, I better do the same," Tristan stood, walked past her, and went into the bathroom, closing the door.

This was about to be a fiasco. She stood there, frozen in place till she heard him come out of the bathroom. He came up behind her and put his arms around her.

"I got no sleep last night with you nearly naked in bed with me." He kissed her neck. "We can get back in bed and do some things."

Anything besides talking was okay with her. They got into bed and immediately started to kiss as Tristan's hands caressed down her back and cupped her butt. She lay on top of him and she could feel his hardness on her thigh, making her want to move her hands down there, but she kept them to herself.

One of his hands was on her breast, moving the skimpy bra to the side so that he could kiss her breast. A moan escaped her lips.

Maybe this would be it. They would go all the way, right there, right now in bed. She was ready. Maybe this was what they both needed right now. Even if he did not feel the same way about her, she loved him and was ready for that step in their relationship.

His other hand slid her panties to the side as his fingers caressed her. Another moan escaped her mouth. Tristan moved his face up to hers so he could kiss her again. Soft, little angel kisses that made her stomach do a twirl.

"I want you so fucking bad!"

She felt the urgency in his voice. It was happening. Tristan was going to make love to her.

He turned her over in the bed so that she lay on her back, planted more kisses on her then kissed her neck. The kisses started to go lower and lower until he was at her stomach. She held her breath as she felt his warm breath right above her panties.

Then she felt her panties slowly lower down as her head pounded and alarms went off in her head.

Tristan stopped.

"There's someone at the front door."

No way was someone interrupting them when things were about to get hot and steamy. She groaned at that as Tristan reached over to pick up his phone on the charger on his nightstand.

"Fuck!" he said looking at the screen. "It's my mother!"