The bad boy & the church girl. (EDITING)

Chapter 20.

Camille's pov.

'Cami?'

'Camille?'

'Wake up beautiful.'

'You're phones ringing.'

'What?!' I shot up off the couch like someone burned me.

'Your phone, it's ringing, over there.' Zane pointed to the floor a few feet away as he laid still on the couch.

I picked up my phone and saw Tristan's caller ID pop up.

'Hello?'

'Cami, where are you? Its 12:30 and you're not here.' I glance at Zane who's watching me intently.

'I'm leaving now. I'll be there as soon as possible.' Zane sat up on the couch and rushed to me.

'Okay bye baby.'

'Bye.' And i cut the line.

'Where are you going?' Zane asks me as he follows me as i go up the stairs.

'I have to talk to Tristan.' I say in an ashamed whisper.

'Oh.' He stops when we get outside his room and leans on the door frame as I pick up my clothes from yesterday and get dressed. 'Do you know what you're going to say.'

'The truth. Thats all I can say to him.' I turn to him and cup his cheeks. 'As much as I do care about you Zane, I do care about Tristan too. This is going to suck hurting him.' He nods and kisses me lightly on the lips.

'I'll walk you to your car.' I nod and take his hand in mine intertwining our fingers.

Once we reach my car Zane opens my door for me. 'Even if you see him and miraculously change your mind and decide to stay with him, know that I'll wait for you.'

'Tonight?'

He smiles and sad smile. 'Always, Camille, always.' He kisses my forehead once more before watching me get in my car and drive off. I watch him in the rear view mirror as long as I can. When he completely disappears from the reflection I concentrate on getting to Tristan's house.

*****

I knock two apprehensive knocks on the wooden door of Tristan's house. Not even a minute later the door swings open revealing Tristan in a black button up shirt and light blue jeans. His muscles are prominent through his shirt and his hair is slicked to the side.

He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. 'Hi babe.' He smiles and kisses my cheek.

'Hi.' I say quietly finding the floor very interesting.

'Are you hungry, I made lunch.' He led me to the kitchen where he had two places set with candles lit.

'Awe, Tristan this is adorable.' I kissed his lips quick as a thank you, but he held me close.

'I miss kissing you.' He said against my lips as his hands massaged my waist.

He softly reconnected our lips and pushed his tongue through my lips deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and gentle. And the kisses always felt good, but Zane's kisses were passionate and full of lust and love. I loved his kisses more than anything. I tried to bring the passionate side of Tristan out by kissing him faster using more tongue.

He groaned into my mouth and pushed me against the wall. His hands slid under my shirt and they felt natural and safe, they didn't burn my skin and create goosebumps like Zane's did.

I bit his lip to make him stop and he did but only for a second before transferring to my neck. I felt him nibbling and I knew he was going to mark me. My first thought was Zane was going to see them, and flip out.