by Lili Lam
The sunlight shining through the curtains is what woke me up the next morning. I tried to sit up, but it was physically impossible for me to move an inch. For one, there was a solid object behind me and secondly, there was a heavy muscular arm draped over my waist. WTH?
Opening my eyes I noticed that I wasn't even in my own sleeping bag anymore. Instead, I was tucked into Tristan's grizzly double sleeping bag. How in the heck did he get me out of mine and into his? Not that I was complaining at all, this position was really comfortable and I slept great last night. But, I do recall falling asleep in my own sleeping bag which was conveniently next to Tristan's. Am I that heavy a sleeper that I didn't feel him drag me into his?
"Good Morning." Tristan's husky morning voice whispered into the top of my head. How long has he been awake for?
"Morning." I mumbled quietly, even though I wasn't facing him I'm pretty sure my morning breath isn't smelling too fresh at the moment.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked tugging me in closer by the waist so my back was pressed up against his chest.
"Good, and you?" I responded back. Seems like we’re the only two people awake at the moment. Troy was sprawled out in his bag and Anya somehow ended up in Luke's grizzly double too.
"Best sleep of my life." He answered, I could hear amusement to his tone. Did he mean because I was next to him that it was the best sleep of his life? Silly boy, it was actually pretty cool hanging out in one big group, the only one who joined in our mani and pedi's was Troy.
Guess he's confident enough with his masculinity that he doesn't care what the other guys think of him when we painted his nails clear. When it came to waxing, we got all of them in some shape or form. Whether it was taking off stray hairs on top of their brows or waxing away the hair in the area between their eyes.
Max is missing a patch of leg hair after the guys thought it would be amusing to hold him down and test the efficiency of our wax. We all hung out for a while last night and after watching Green Lantern and Clash of the Titans all the guys went home.
I was really excited about going jet skiing and dancing tonight after hearing all the fun stories. The guys spent a lot of the time reminiscing about their jet skiing and kayaking adventures of last summer. Reaching up and extending my arms upwards, I let out a tiny yawn as I stretched. I didn't want to get up, but I knew I needed to or else I'd stay in his arms forever.
"It's still really early if you want to get a couple more hours of sleep." Tristan advised, leaning up on his elbow to get a better look at me.
Turning my head slightly my breath got caught in my throat, he's just as handsome when first waking up in the morning as he is any other time. I'm sure I look like I got ran over a few times by the ugly bus. My hair's probably tangled and sticking up in all types of directions. Probably have eye crisps and dried up drool on the side of my mouth. ‘How freaking embarrassing’ I thought as I struggled to get up.
"Where are you in a rush to?" Tristan teased placing his hand on the other side of my head. Somehow he shifted his body so that he was hovering over top of me. It was taking every ounce of control in my body to not freak out. Tristan Evans is on op of me, yet he wasn't touching me. It's almost like he was doing a push up over me.
This position caused me to get really, really hot, because we were both still tucked comfortably inside the bag, meaning we were extremely close. My traitorous body wanted to feel his up against mine and this feeling scared the crap out of me. I've never felt these emotions before.
All I could do was stare into his beautiful gray eyes, which seemed to be getting lighter and lighter by the second. I'm not sure how long we stayed frozen gazing at each other for before Tristan bent his elbows slightly and closed the gap between us. Bringing his face closer to my own. I would of liked to have been able to brush my teeth first, but if I had to choose between getting up and losing the Moment or kissing him on the spot, of course I'd choose the latter.
His lips were smooth as velvet as he placed gentle slightly open-mouthed kisses against mine. It was as though our lips molded together perfectly. Supporting his weight on one elbow, he glode his right hand over the side of my face tangling it into my hair. Tristan placed himself so that his upper body was on top of me and his lower body was in between my legs. I didn't feel the weight of him pressing into me, the only pressure I felt were his lips against mine as he deepened the kiss.
My hands automatically went to grab fistfuls of the back of his shirt, but all I found was a muscular bare back. ‘Whoa, he's topless,’ I thought as I ran my hands over the smoothness of his skin. He must like the feeling of it, because he moaned against my lips and his hand began inching it's way under my tank top. The sound of footsteps coming down the steps caused Tristan to roll off me in an instant.
He hugged my body against his chest and murmured, "Parent alert, close your eyes." I was trying my best to calm my breathing down, I knew my chest was heaving up and down from all the excitement. The drumming of my heart beat was heard in my ears as I shut my eyes and hugged myself closer to Tristan, who was calm and cool pretending to be asleep.
From the foyer I could hear my mom and dad shuffling around. "Aww, how adorable." I could hear my mom gushing to my dad. She's probably talking about us all cuddled up, told you my parents are odd ones. They trust me enough to hope I know better than to do the wrong thing.
I lay on Tristan's chest not moving, it was so quiet all I could do was listen to his heart beat and before I knew it I was asleep again. When I awoke this time, Tristan was no longer cuddling me. Instead I was being pounced on by Anya.
"C'mon sleepy head, time to get up!" She cried excitedly. "We need to get ready. What were you two doing last night that you're so worn out?" Anya teased accusingly.
I swatted her away, before saying, "Shush up, we weren't doing anything." Thankfully, Anya wasn't really paying attention to me, because my cheeks were red hot at the thought of Tristan and I making out. "Where's the guys?" I asked lifting my head to look around. The sleeping bags were all rolled up and tucked away, besides the one I was in.
"In the kitchen." She answered, "Your parents left for work. Tristan and Luke went to pick up breakfast for everybody." Poking our heads into the kitchen we spotted our target leaning against the kitchen counter. He was sipping on his coffee and eating a breakfast sandwich.
"Attack when I say go." I whispered and Anya nodded her head in understanding. We do the same ritual every year. I don't get how he can leave his guard down. "Go!" I whisper yelled as we both ran full speed into the kitchen, lifting our hands Anya and I emptied four entire cans of silly string onto Troy while screaming. "Happy Birthday!!"
When we finished Troy just laughed, guess he's used to our immature ways. "Thanks." He smiled giving us both a quick hug. He began yanking away all the colorful string and throwing it back towards us, which caused us to run upstairs and lock ourselves in my room. Oh well, may as well start getting ready now..."Don't worry I'll get you two back later." Troy promised as he pounded on the door one final time with a chuckle.
Clutching onto the handlebars, for dear life as the water pellets sprayed towards my face, I was relatively calm for going at least forty miles per hour. Call me crazy, but I felt a sense of security. The reason for that could be because Tristan is sitting right behind me with his hands over mine, maintaining complete control of the jet-ski.
We were having an amazing time, the guys being their usual competitive selves were racing. Troy seemed to be enjoying every minute of his birthday. That alone made me happy. I'm glad they're all getting along so well, I was afraid I'd have to beat them into liking one another. A couple hours have passed since we first got here, the sun was beginning to set causing the water temperature to drop a few degrees.
My body shivered against Tristan's as we sat still on the jet-ski waiting for the others to catch up. Troy, Max, Luke and Anya already reached the docks, but Tristan wanted to make sure everyone was safe. We were still waiting on Gabe, Sam, and Jordan to arrive. The
y were too busy messing around pulling tricks that they fell behind.
"Cold?" Tristan asked letting go of the handlebars and running his hands up and down my arms to cause friction. This helped a lot, because his body is so warm! "Is that better?" Nodding my head, my body let out another involuntary shiver. This time it wasn't from being cold, my thoughts drifted back to this morning under the sleeping bag. Gosh, I've turned into a pervert. "Let's get you back to shore." He said leaning over to rev the handlebars, we sped off again towards the docks. "Don't want you to get sick."
"What about the guys?" I yelled over the wind flapping against my face. The three of them were no where to be seen and I'm sure Tristan's worried about them.
"They're fine." He reassured me with a kiss to my cheek. "They stopped to talk to some girls sunbathing on a boat. They'll catch up later." Wow we've been sitting here all this time waiting for them, worried about them and they were stopped somewhere trying to pick up girls? When we reached the docks, Tristan unbuckled my life vest and immediately wrapped me up into a huge fluffy towel. "You feeling ok?" He asked with a look of concern. "Your lips are blue. Maybe we should stay in tonight."
"I'm fine. Just a little cold." I reassured him with a smile. "I still want to go tonight." I said leaning up on my tippy-toes and pecking him on the lips. There's no way I'm going to miss celebrating Troy's birthday and my first chance at going to a twenty and under club, no way!
Chapter 27: Club 207
