Mia, a struggling waitress and Tristian, a high-spirited play boy. Mia tries to run away from him but Tristian is not the one to give up easily.
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Mia's best friend, Troy ripped a piece of her heart out when she realized that he loves another...
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I stare at him in shock as he settle on the couch and pulls me into his lap. "It hurts, right?" I nod my head lightly, too scared to answer. I just remember falling asleep on the floor and I woke up cuddled against Tristian. I don't know when he came in but I did notice the small smile on his lips. He's no longer angry at me.
"It hurt me more because I love you. I was so scared and hurt seeing you in Troy's arms. The shock on your face when you saw me is more than enough for me to realize that you didn't know it was me. I know they cheated you but still it hurts, Love and I never felt it before." His words are soft and calm.
He loves me!
"Is this over? Are you planning to break up with me? Like we do in high school?" I ask, confused why his anger melted so soon.
For the first time in the last hour, he chuckles. "I love you and I trust you, Love. When I told you that you're worth the wait, I meant it. So I'm not breaking this unless you don't want it an-"
"I want it all. I want you and everything about you. It's just you."
He shakes his head. "You don't have to explain but you need to understand that it hurt me to see you with someone." I nod my head. He pulls me closer to him. I sigh as I inhale his smell.
"Is it night already?"
Tristian smiles. "Eight in the night. Let's feed you and then go to sleep." Dammit!
"Take me to my home. Soon!"
"What?"
I immediately get out of his lap and stand on my feet. I pull his hand, forcing him to get up. "We need to leave. Now!"
He stares at me in confusion. "Wh-"
"Please," I tell him, his face softens. He stands up and kisses my hair.
"Okay!"
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