Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Tiana

Tuesday morning 3:30 Am

I woke to the sound of the shower turning on. Feeling around on the bed. I realized Tristan wasn't beside me, and his section of the bed, was cold. Sitting up I glanced at the clock. It was only three thirty.

What the hell was he doing up so early? The activities from earlier, started to circulate in my head. Oh of course, he wouldn't come to bed. Once again I was idiot. I allowed my jealously to take over... and i behaved like some petulant child.

Wrapping my arms around my legs, I leaned against the bed head. Tristan probably hates me. I always seem to make problems for him. Tristan was right, I keep on pushing him away and blaming things on him.

I'm such an horrible girlfriend. I heard the shower head, turn off.

The clock ticked in the silence of the room. Rubbing my knees up and down, I squinted at the bathroom door. Which was pushed open.

Tristan walked out of the bathroom, mopping at his damp hair. My heart beat became erratic at the sight of him. I hated, fighting with him. I wanted to run, into his arms with every being in my body, but I knew he was mad at me. I practically ignored him for an whole day.

Slinging, the towel over his shoulder. He pulled the closet open. I cleared my throat. Tristan grabbed a pair of shorts from the rack. He then turned to face me, with a placid expression.

"Thought you were sleeping." He said, breaking the silence.

I licked my lips. "Look... I wanted to apologize about earlier."

"No need to apologize." He pulled his shirt over his head. "... after all I am getting use to your, little tantrums."

I didn't have an answer for that. I didn't want him, to go to bed angry at me. We were already, deep in hot waters. Tristan pulled, on a pair of Gray briefs. He crawled under the sheets.

"I was jealous okay. I hate the thought of somebody other than me touching you.... I've never been so possessive in my whole entire life...."

"Aren't you tired of us fighting?"

"I...."

"If you think, it is sexy, it's obviously not. I just have one question for you?" Tristan cuddled, his pillow under his head. His green eyes, boring into mine in the darken room. "What do you want from me, Tiana?"

"I want you."

"Then, why do you keep on behaving like this?"

"I... i don't know, but i...." Stretching my hand, forward I caressed his cheek. Tristan's lips parted. "I hate fighting with you."

"I don't like fighting with you either."

Leaning down, I pressed my lips against his, in a chaste kiss. He smelled heavenly. I just wanted to gobble him down. His beard scratched against my cheek.

A shiver ran through, my body at the feeling. Pressing another kiss, to his lips I moved away. Tristan's gaze was dark, and heated. I felt the moister pooled in between my legs.

"Fuck it." Tristan growled.

Pushing, the pillow away. Tristan grabbed me by the hips. He then pulled me on top of him. I straddled his lap. Tristan pulled me down, for another kiss. Which was more intimate.

Our teeth clashed together in harmony. Tristan pushed, my nightgown up. He then proceed to pushing, my panties down my legs.

I broke the kiss. "Tristan we can't. S... Sex won't make..."

I didn't he to finish because, he rolled us over. I swear this man loves being the one on top.

Grabbing both of my hands, he placed them over the top of my head.

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