Crossing the Line

Chapter 21: Don't Crash My Party

“School will be starting for both of us in a week. It’ll be my last year in undergrad,” he smiled. “I decided to take morning classes so I could come get you in the afternoons when you get out of school, and we could spend more time together. I smiled and kissed him lightly.

“I decided to try out for gymnastics and cheerleading. I don’t think I’m going to do the Classic though. It’s only a couple weeks away and I haven’t trained for roughly five or six weeks,” I said. He frowned but nodded. He understood.

“Well, I’ll be rooting for you in whatever you do,” he smiled. I smiled as well as he put an arm around me.

“Thank you,” I said softly. Tristan laced his fingers with mine before he kissed my fingers. I smiled softly and looked at his calm face. “Someone’s birthday is coming up in a month too,” I said as my smile grew bigger. Tristan rolled his eyes.

“I wish it was yours,” he whispered sadly I kissed him lightly.

“We do fine with how we are now. I’m sure we can keep this up for another five months or so,” I said quietly. His electric blue eyes pierced through mine as he looked at me from under his eyelashes. “Think of it this way; you can get drinks for us now,” I joked. He smiled lightly. I turned and switched off the TV. Standing, I took his hand and led him up the stairs to his room. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him down to kiss me. He laid me down and hovered above me. He seemed like he was trying to walk on eggshells. He was very gentle with me. I slid my hands onto his waist and pulled him closer to me. He kissed me almost as if he was being cautious. I pulled away and looked at him.

“Don’t act like I’m going to break. We’ve done this before,” I said softly as I put a hand on his cheek. “Nothing’s changed. Just like before. You don’t have to be careful with me. I won’t slip into that again… I promise,” I finished quietly. He nodded and reattached his lips to mine. He slid his hands under my shirt and ran his hands down my sides. I turned us so his back was against the bed and slipped my shirt off before I kissed him passionately and ran my fingers under his shirt. I needed this… we needed this again.

The next morning, I woke up to bright rays of sunshine. I could feel Tristan’s arm around me. I turned to see his peaceful blue eyes watching me. I kissed him lightly and smiled.

“Morning,” he whispered.

“Good morning,” I sighed happily as I stretched. Tristan ran his hand down my side and stopped at my hip. I looked at the clock, it was almost noon. I couldn’t have cared less though. I wrapped my arms around Tristan, pulling my exposed body to his. I felt him tremble slightly before he wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled and kissed him lightly. He moved us so that my back was against the bed. His lips trailed down to my neck. I gasped lightly and closed my eyes. We were interrupted when the doorbell rang. Tristan sighed before he started pulling clothes on. I peeped out the window to see Eric’s car. I scrunched my eyebrows and started putting my clothes back on as well. Once Tristan was dressed enough, he went down to answer the door. I could only hear muttered voices from my spot on the bed. I slowly went to the stairs to hear them better.

“… I know,” I heard Eric say. Tristan sounded just as confused as I was.

“What are you talking about Eric?” Tristan asked. There was a pause.

“I know why Holly broke up with me, I know why she was ‘sick’ for like five weeks when you left, and I know what’s going on,” Eric said. Tristan was silent for a second.

“And you think I have something to do with it? Look Eric, we’re just… really good friends,” Tristan replied. Eric wasn’t having that answer though.