#1 Over And Over Again [Tristan Maxted]

Chapter 18

JUNE'S P.O.V.:

"I love you!" Tristan exclaimed. 

After a long pause I muttered: "Do you really?" 

There was a moment of silence, I gathered Tris had to arrange his thoughts in order to tell me whatever it was he wanted to say in the best or least painful way. "Honestly?" he asked, "I love spending time with you." 

I sighed and pointed out: "Friends love spending time with each other." 

"Yes, but do friends feel like their bodies are being thrown into a volcano when the other walks into the room?" 

"No." I admitted.

After I had had a moment to think over what Tris had just told me I realised what he had actually meant, even though he had phrased it in a slightly peculiar way. "Wait. What did you just say?"

Tristan took in a deep breath, "I said that it feels like my body gets thrown into a volcano every time you walk into a room. Coincidentally, it's burning up at this very moment." 

I didn't reply, I didn't say anything; I just stood there. Well, actually I sat down on the bed; my legs had gone all mushy. 

I wasn't able to feel the sheets as I ran my fingertips over them, my whole body had gone numb and my mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour. Either that or it had stopped processing entirely; I couldn't tell. 

"Um, June?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I mumbled, waving away his concern. 

Tristan decided to scooch over and sit so close to me that our legs were touching. 

"This is very difficult to explain," he started, "The thing is that it's complicated."

I moved up slightly, putting a distance of a few inches between us, "Oh for God's sake, it's always complicated isn't it?" I think I snapped, I wasn't sure. 

"I'm sorry, but complicated is one of the only words I can use to explain this." Tristan waved his hand in the space that I had created between us. As we have technically been living together after one 'date', therefore we have constantly been in such close proximity of each other. It makes sense that we have 'developed' these feelings for one another." 

I decided not to point out that he had just assumed that I returned those feelings, but thank goodness he picked up on it himself: "Or at least, I have." 

This was the moment that I should tell him what I felt, but it was just like my dream; I tried to speak, form the words in my mouth, but I couldn't actually bring myself to say them. 

I wasn't aware of how much time passed between that moment and the moment when Tristan leaned over and said: "June, June, please say something." 

I was blankly staring at the wall. My mouth started moving, but it wasn't following my mind; it was following my heart: "I love you." I whispered. 

When my mind had caught up with what I had said I quickly added: "At least, I think I do!" Tristan's face was pure glee, but there was slight puzzlement in the way his eyebrows were arched. "How can you not know? Isn't this something you should be sure about?" 

"I don't know!" I exclaimed, "It's complicated okay?"

"Yes, yes it is. I told you that was the only word that could describe us." 

"Should that be my, our new life motto? Should I update my Facebook profile to that too? 'It's complicated'?" I joked. 

"Seems like a good start." Tris chuckled. 

And boom! We were back to our old selves. 

"But in all seriousness," I said, turning around to look Tristan straight in his eyes, "Do you really love me?" 

"Yes, I do." I looked for signs of uncertainty or untruthfulness, but found none. "I love you June McKean." he confirmed. 

"I love you too." I told him.  

Tristan started to lean in, but I broke the distance in a split second. The few whole seconds I would have had to wait otherwise would most definitely been unbearable. 

Our lips connected and it felt like fireworks went off in my stomach. I was experiencing the special feeling that was always described in cheesy romance novels. Our lips were performing some difficult choreography, a dance. 

What started out as a sweet kiss turned into something passionate in a matter of two or three seconds. Tristan's hands were on my back, pushing me closer to him than was physically possible while mine were tangled in his blond hair. What had my life turned into? I was making out with Tristan Maxted. 

He had also said that he loved me, which was the most important part of all. 

Did this mean we were now officially dating or something? I decided to ask him later as I didn't want this moment to end and turn into another serious talk. 

Later, I promised myself, later.

Author's Note:

So here it is! they finally confessed their feelings! Yesssss! 

One, two or three more important little things to go; one of them being the explanation of the title of this book ;)

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