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“Isabella is still asleep,” Emily asked Tristan who nodded his head to the question.
“So last night, saw you guys here on the sofa,” She smiled at him, and nudged his shoulders, while he gave her a playful glare.
“Nothing happened, okay,” He laughed and responded to her.
“I didn’t say anything happened,” she chuckled.
“But you wanted something to happen, right?” She pointed her finger at him and laughed at the face he made immediately after she said that.
He did, he wanted to hold her hands and kiss her lips. He wanted to engulf her in s tight hug and tell her to forget about Micah and see him. He wanted a lot of things to happen.
“That face, Omg! Pervert,” She slapped his shoulders.
“What? I didn’t say anything,” He defended
“Yeah right, but your face did,” She replied.
“Yeah whatever,” he looked at her and grabbed her hands staring at her palms.
“Hold on! What have you been ingesting, you’ve gotten weaker,” he threw his hands away and Emily scoffed in shock. She grabbed a throw pillow about to pounce on him, but he quickly stood up and gave her a warning.
“You’re so mean,” She said to him, and he laughed. She threw the pillow at him which he caught, before returning seat on the sofa.
“But seriously, you should tell her how you feel, even if you’re scared,” Emily suddenly switched from a playful tone to a serious one.
“What are you talking about?” Tristan wanted to play dumb.
“I know you like her, don’t try to act almighty with me. At least you actually like someone I approve of,” She said and he chuckled.
“Don’t you dare, I make better dating choices than you do. And it was just one time with Lily Allen,” He immediately corrected her.
“And Amy, who was a big scam,” Emily said.
“That was different, okay” Tristan immediately rushed to say.
“Yes of course,” she responded in sarcasm and just nodded her head to go along with Tristan.
“You don’t agree with me right?” He asked her, and shook his head, as they both started laughing.
“But how did you know, I thought you fell asleep,” He asked her, recalling the night she asked drunk and they had the conversation.
“Yeah, I don’t need you confessing to tell me that you like a girl, I just know cause I’m your best friend,” She rolled her eyes at him.
“What just happened?” Tristan stare at the whole room, and ceiling in shock.
“What?” Emily asked confused, looking around.
“You just got smart,” He said and, rubbed her hair, laughing out loud.
“You di*k head,” She said starting to hit him playfully.
“You’re such a bully,” Tristan laughed when she let him go.
“You started it. But I’m the bully,” She eyed him, while he snickered.
“So back to the conversation,” She flips her hair, and gaze at him with an intense look.
“Whether she hates you like you, you don’t know that for sure,” She paused.
“You just have to keep trying, till she likes you or say otherwise. And even if things don’t go as you planned, don’t beat yourself up,” She said…
“That’s the thing, Emily. If I am consumed by her, and she no longer wants me, I might lose my sanity,” He told her truthfully. Isabella was a beacon of attraction to him, she was seductive even without her trying and didn’t know how long her self-control might last when he was with her.
“Then do you just stay without trying? What if you tried and experienced the most amazing love in the world, what if she’s the one you need, but you wouldn’t know cause you’re scared to try,” She said to him, with such an aura like he losing a big-time opportunity to experience love with Isabella.
“How do you do it? You know move on and seek love. Cause to me you’re crazy,” They laughed.
“I don’t know, but if I eventually find him, I’ll know,” she smiled at him.
“So you had better start making your move on her quickly,” She said to him and drove him off the sofa.
“What?” He asked her confused.
“Well it’s noon and she hasn’t slept, how about you take her brunch upstairs,” She raised her brows at him, giving him an idea.
“Yeah right,” he said and scurried off to the kitchen, to set her food.
He arrived at her room and stood there staring at the door with the tray in his hands.
“Fu*k,” He cursed under his breath, turning around to leave, when he saw Emily standing at her room door staring at him, with her hands folded.
“Seriously, knock on the door, dumbass,” she whispered to his hearing and he turned around and gave a light knock on the door.
“Isabel,” He called out and knocked again when he heard a faint come in.
He twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open, pen, and immediately popped his head inside to find her still covered in her duvet before walking in.
He placed the tray on the center table in her room, before walking over to her.
“Hey,” He said with a smile on his face, while she turned around tears fluttering her eyes.
“Tristan is that you,” She smiled brightly, her eyes partly opened and partly closed. She turned to the direction he stood, and tried to hold his hands, as hers danced in the air searching for his.
“Where are you?” She smiled cheekily, still searching for his hands. He brought his hands closer and immediately gasped at it, she pulled him to the bed, making his chest fall on the bed.
His face and he were just inches apart. She smiled and touched his chin, still fluttering her eyes.
“Is this real? Does it feel real? Or maybe I’m dreaming about you again,” She said and chuckled, pulling his chin a bit, while squeezing his face, holding the pains in.
“Isabel,” he called out and slowly took her hands off her face. Immediately she pouted her lips and squeezed her eyes like she was going to cry.
“Don’t go,” Her hands danced in the air, and her eyes got filled with tears.
“Hey I’m here,” He said to her, and she didn’t look convinced.
“Lay here with me,” she said and rubbed the bed. Closing her eyes, her hands dropped onto the bed from the air.
“Gosh is she still sleeping or daydreaming?” Tristan said to her hearing, and she laughed.
“Of course, you’re in my dreams,” She said and breathed out, that her chest rose and came down in the most sexy way that Tristan had ever seen.
“Might as well make this dream come true,” He said and immediately got on the bed, and used the duvet to cover himself.
“You’re here,” She said happily, and immediately brought her hands to his face and rubbed it a bit.
“You’re so hot,” she said and Tristan smiled proudly at the comment she made.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells her and touches her hair. They looked at each other so intensely that you could feel the heat in the room.
“Kiss me,” She said bringing her face closer to his…