Love Doesn't Really Exist... Right?

Photographs

Tristan's P.O.V.

She had an amazing voice, I was in heaven listening to her sing. I knew the song sounded familiar but now I know I won't forget it again.

Suddenly, the officers walked over. They asked Jade and I to accompany them in the fitting rooms.

"We need you to show us any place you could have been marked by the employee Miss..."

"Bradford," Jade said, filling the blank.

Jade told the officers that, in order for them to see all of the places she could have bruises, she would have to take her shirt and shorts off. The policemen and I all had embarrassment etched across our faces at the mention of her shirtless. Suddenly, I wanted them away from her. I knew there was nothing I could do, however.

"Miss Bradford, I understand that you probably aren't comfortable with my partner and I seeing you without a shirt on. If you would like, one of us can lend you a phone and your boyfriend could show us pictures of any bruises you may have."

Jade's P.O.V.

I froze, they thought Tristan and I were together.

Tristan was about to speak, most likely ready to explain their misunderstanding, but I cut him off.

"Alright, I guess I'm ok with that," I said sneaking glances at Tristan to see his reaction. He looked surprised and... disappointed? Wow, I must be uglier than I thought.

The officer handed Tristan a phone and closed the door. I couldn't look into his eyes so I stared at the ground. I felt a hand under my chin, tilting my head upwards.

Tristan looked into my eyes then said something I didn't quite hear due to the state my mind was in with the daydreaming and everything. Suddenly, he was lifting up my shirt over my head and placing it on the small bench in the corner by the mirror. I then remembered what was going on and blushed.

Tristan looked horrified. After taking a photo of every bruise on my upper body, Tristan asked if he could take my shorts off to check for any bruises they may be covering.

After taking the pictures, he opened the door slightly and handed the phone back to the officer. He then said that they should talk to the girl because she's the one who found me.

He turned and looked at me. He sat down on the bench with me facing him but still standing, in my undergarments. He gently pulled me towards him and then proceeded to kiss every bruise on display, other than the ones that were a little too close to my breasts and southern region.

He sat and watched as I put my clothes back on. After dressing, I walked over to him. He just watched me.

When I got to him, I sat down so I was straddling him and leaned in to kiss him. Just as our lips were about to touch, we heard the policemen on the other side of the door.