Chapter 13
Tris POV
Now Tobias and I are home alone. All alone. I continue to kiss him. While we are still kissing he carries half leads me in our bedroom. Our lips have not come apart. I cant make them. We get on the bed and without even knowing i take of his shirt. It is inked up and down. Its amazing. All of the factions. He wants it removed but i love it. It defines him. I touch the Dauntless flame and the Abnegation hands. Then he turns around and kisses each raven. 1...2...3. Next thing i know he is taking off my shirt. Oh no. I am a scrawny weakling who still has a flat chest. But he kisses my stomach anyway. His pants hit the floor and i am now alert.
"Tobias..." I mutter.
"What?" he sighs.
"I-I'm not ready. For. Umm. Ya." I whisper to him.
"Haha, Tris I'm ready when you are." He whispers back grinning.
"Thanks." i answer. I kiss him under the jaw. He is touching me. I don't care. Im like a knife, with every touch i get sharper.
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If she lived. Divergent series.
أدب الهواةAllegiant spoiler: Tris dies. But what if she didn't? What if she was safe and happy? Read to learn more about Tris and Tobias and there life after the war. All charaters go to Veronica Roth
