Ariel could barely focus on her assignments. Tristan had invited her over to study, but they both knew it was a chance to spend time together alone, away from the prying eyes of friends and the constant need to hide. As she made her way to his room, a thrill of excitement and nerves filled her.
She double-checked the hallway before stepping inside. Tristan closed the door softly, and suddenly, it was just the two of them, the quiet room filled with an unspoken understanding. Ariel felt her pulse quicken as they stood there, so close yet barely touching.
Tristan gave her a soft, almost hesitant smile as he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment. "I've missed this," he said quietly, his gaze meeting hers.
“Me too,” Ariel replied, her voice barely a whisper.
They moved closer, closing the space between them as Tristan's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. For a moment, they simply stood there, holding each other, letting the steady rhythm of their breaths fall into sync. In that embrace, Ariel felt safe—like this was exactly where she was meant to be.
As they settled on the edge of his bed, they began talking, sharing stories and laughing softly, their words punctuated by comfortable silences that felt as intimate as their conversations. Tristan would occasionally reach for her hand, their fingers intertwining, and each small gesture felt like a promise.
At one point, he gently lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles. The simple touch sent warmth radiating through her, and she looked at him, her heart full.
They spent the rest of the evening talking, leaning on each other, enjoying the quiet moments that were rare between them. With each shared story, every laugh, and every stolen glance, Ariel knew she was falling deeper, realizing that whatever they had was growing into something she couldn’t imagine walking away from.
As the night deepened, they eventually grew quiet, each lost in their own thoughts, savoring the closeness they shared. Ariel knew that this was what she’d been waiting for—someone who saw her, really saw her, and made her feel understood in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
And with Tristan by her side, she was ready to see where this would take them, no matter the risks
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Whispered Desires
RomanceAriel Winters was just your average girl. And Tristan Jones was her best friend's brother. she can't like him. right?
