Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

Offer

Athena's Pov

I looked at him in disbelief and he searched my eyes for a stronger reaction. He gulped seeing the looks on my face while his cleared portrayed guilt. 

“Tristan,” I whispered, almost horrified. 

He couldn't keep eye contact with me anymore and rested his on my arm right next to my chest. It feels like he's lost a war to himself and he’s so ashamed of it. 

“I tried,” He whispered. “I can't help it, Thena. You can't wear little to nothing and invite me to cuddle with you. I'm a hormonal teenager, I… I have my limits.” 

I was suddenly more aware of our position. I was laying under him. I don't know if it's the cold air of the room or his body heat that made my nipples harden. 

My throat dried up from the close proximity and I resisted breathing hard so I wouldn't be moving. My arms were still around him because I didn't know how to remove them without making it worse.

His stomach was pressed between my legs and hands were now fisting the bedsheet on either side of me. He made no effort to get up from me, neither did I push him away. 

“I'm sorry.” I mumbled embarrassed. 

He immediately lifted his face to look at me with a frown. “Why are you apologizing? It's my fault.” 

“No, I shouldn't have forced you. You didn't want this and it's totally normal that you got turned on, there was so much friction and I was pulling you over me… It's my fault. I always put you in uncomfortable positions, I didn't know you avoid our… parts touching because you… I thought you were just being respectful and you don't like it. I should respect your personal space. I'm really really sorry.” 

“Listen, you’re wrong. It's on me. You were doing all of this innocently. You didn't know I'd be… let's just forget this.” He got up and I let him. 

He helped me sit up and when he got off the bed I could clearly see his hard on through the sweatpants he was wearing. From the imprint, I can guess he's big. 

He always denied telling me his size so naturally, I assumed he must be small but I may be wrong. 

Now I want to see- no I don't. I was just curious because we're best friends and share everything. I don't want to see his dick in a sexual way. It's all platonic. 

His hands came in front to hide himself but it did no good so he grabbed a pillow from my bed and casually put it in front of him, trying to act normal. But both of us knew the situation was anything but normal. 

When I realized the view I was still giving him, I decided to do something about it. But I didn't know what to do anymore. I've sat in underwear in front of him so many times but it felt weird now. 

I don't mind if any guy wants to check my out or even shows interest in more than that. But with Tristan I fear a sexual angle might mess up our relationship. 

I didn't know how wider I should let my legs be. I was unintentionally tempting him and it was wrong so I grabbed the comforter and covered my legs. 

Tristan's eyes followed the moment and disappointment showed on his features. “You don't have to hide yourself from me. I… even if I… but I won't do anything. You can still trust me…” 

I grabbed his hand and interlaced our fingers. “I trust you Tristan.” I told him genuinely. “I always will. This doesn't change anything.” 

“Then why would you…” He said quietly.