Trip to France - Troyler

Karma and Promises (Ch 20)

Tyler's POV
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I text everyone, telling them to meet us for lunch in a nearby café.

They all text back, agreeing.

I can't wait to put my plan into action.

"Tilly?" Troye voices sound from in the kitchen.

"That's my nickname," I call back.

"Why is there no Nutella?" Troye asks.

"You must've eaten it," I shrug.

"But Tilly!" Troye storms out of the kitchen, looking genuinely upset. "We can't not have Nutella! It's a vital part of a humans diet!"

"Namely, Troye Sivan's diet," I roll my eyes. "We can get some Nutella later. You'll survive."

"No, I won't!" Troye insists, folding his arms and staring at the ground, annoyed.

"Yeah, you will. You have me!" I say cheerily.

"Oh, great," he says sarcastically.

"Please, I'm amazing," I say, posing.

"And modest too," Troye mutters.

"Ooh, the Queen of Sarcasm today, are we, Troye Boy?" I tease.

Troye grumbles out something and I laugh. I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Why are you mad?" I ask innocently.

"I'm not," Troye says, looking me in the eyes.

"Okay," I say, pulling away. "Let's go and meet the others!"

We find everyone in the hotel foyer, and we make our way to the cute little café - not the one me and Zoe had breakfast at the other day.

When we arrive, we settle in a booth, me cunningly making sure that Troye is directly across from me.

When I sit next to Connor, who's sitting next to Caspar, who's sitting next to Joe, Troyes face somewhat falls.

The only spot left is the one next to Zalfie.

I wonder why he's so sad?

Troye sits down, and the waitress comes up to us and we order our drinks.

When she leaves and comes back with our drinks, promising to take our food orders soon, and then leaves again, Troye strikes up a conversation with Zalfie, and I know it's time to act.

Slowly, I lift my foot up until it's touching Troye's thigh.

He jumps, and gives me a look, but I leave my foot there.

I begin to rub up and down on his thigh, causing Troye to choke on his drink.

"Are you okay?" Zoe asks, concerned.

"Yeah," Troye says, looking at me.

I start talking to Connor, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Troye shrugs, and resumes his conversation.

I begin to rub up and down on his thigh again. This time, he sets his drink down and doesn't pick it back up.

He shoots me another 'what-the-hell-are-you-doing!?' look. I pretend not to notice him.

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Troyes POV
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What the hell is Tyler doing? I probably look like an idiot.

I feel Tyler's foot move up and down again, and it goes dangerously close to my... area.