Listen to Can We Kiss Forever? by Kina, Adriana Proenza.

Adrian's eyes moved from my face to my thigh where Tristan's hand laid. We were both quiet and didn't pull away from each other.

Why did I keep feeling like an awful person? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

"I will be waiting for you in the living room."
He said and walked away, there was a hint of anger in his voice.

I turned to look at Tristan, he pulled away and gave me some space, the warmth around me left with him but my body was still hot from our make out.

He grabbed his drink and took a sip, he sat down and watched me as I jumped down from the island. I adjusted my dress and brushed my fingers through my hair, I took a glance at Tristan. He stared back at me with a neutral expression on his face, I turned away and left the kitchen.

I met Adrian in the living room. He stared at my face like he was searching for something, I crinkled my face at him giving him a questioning look.

"Tristan told me you were sick."
He said and gave me a look like he wanted me to explain.

"Yeah, I was feeling nauseous."
I said with a straight face. Why the hell was he here?

He stepped closer and sniffed the air around me, that was very embarrassing.

"Are you drunk?"
He looked very angry, I opened my mouth to answer but he cut me off.

"I swear if he was taking advantage of you I won't let him off easily."
He wanted to go to the kitchen but I got in the way, what was he planning to do? Walk-in there and beat him up?

"Leave Tristan out of this, I was the one that initiated the kiss and I'm not drunk! I don't even owe you an explanation,"
I yelled.

"Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be with your fiancée?" I chided.

"Yeah, I should be with her but I decided to come here because I was worried about you."
I tried not to laugh, was he expecting me to be fine after inviting me to watch him propose to his girlfriend?

"I'm fine," I said crossing my arms and putting on a bold face.

"I can see that."
He took a glance at the kitchen and then at me.

"Goodnight"
He said and walked away.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath, what an awful night. Tristan walked out of the kitchen when I turned around.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I wasn't thinking clearly." I said with a frustrated sigh.

"That makes two of us," he said and walked away.

I watched him as he walked away, feeling the guilt wash over me. I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed my stuff. I cursed at myself as I walked to my room, I paused at Tristan's door and leaned closer to pick up any sound from the room.

I didn't know how he was feeling and I never took him as a rebound, I didn't want him to think that. 

I turned away and walked to my room, feeling like shit.

☆

It's been a week since the night I kissed Tristan and the night Adrian proposed to Karen. We both acted like it never happened and never spoke about it. Nothing changed between us and I was glad it didn't.

Well, except Tristan now spoke to me like a normal person and tried to have conversations during dinner.

Adrian came to the house but we didn't speak much, Tristan didn't seem to care about anything going on. No matter how clueless he acted about the whole situation between me and Adrian, I knew he understood what was going on.

I told Vina what happened that night and she was like,

"You badass! You weren't drunk were you?"

"I was very sober."

"Good thing he showed up, now it's fair. I'm trying to imagine the look on his face when he walked in on you both kissing."

"He was just worried about me."

"Keep telling yourself that."
She scoffed.

"How is school?" I changed the topic quickly.

"Good, no one is talking about you anymore."

"What about Grey?"

"He is not over you, Chlo. He snaps at anyone that says awful things about you and he's been distant, I haven't spoken to him since the wedding."
I smiled, I wasn't sure about how I felt about Grey anymore but I still cared about him. We were close friends before we thought of dating. 

He showed me that a broken heart can beat again. Our call ended quickly because her mom walked into her room.

It was Saturday night and I wanted to do something to keep myself occupied. I went to the kitchen and decided to make dinner which might have been a bad idea because I didn't know how to cook.

My mom didn't do so well in that department, she gave up after I made the lasagna explode in the oven. She had to replace it because the stain was hard to wash off.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"
Morris asked for the third time.

"Yes Morris, it's not my first time cooking pasta."
I smiled at him.

It was actually my first time but I was sure cooking pasta was as easy as boiling water---right?

"You can leave now."
He was reluctant but he still left.

"What are you doing?"
Tristan asked entering the kitchen with his laptop.

"Cooking?" I smiled.

"Are you sure you can cook?" He asked with a scrutinizing stare.

"You're about to find out," I smirked.

"If you need help call me."
He grabbed one bottle of water and sat at the kitchen island. 

"I won't need your help."
I said looking over my shoulder at him.

I played my favorite songs from my phone and hummed as I cooked, I would move my body to the beat when it gets to my best song.

So, the plan was to come here and know his reason for ruining my life and I have stayed with him for over a month; I missed my family but I couldn't go back to them. I knew Tristan had a lot going on and he wasn't worth my kindness or patience. I only hoped he had a good reason for what he did.

But to be honest, I kind of liked it here. I could be myself and do stuff without worrying about my mom's wrath but I couldn't stay here, I had to find a way to leave with enough expenses for my bills.

I was very careful not to get the hot sauce on me since I was wearing black Nike shorts and a purple loosed Tee. I turned off the electronic cooktop and poured the spaghetti into a stainless steel sieve.

Oh baby, baby....look what you made me do...I'm with somebody new...

I screamed the lyrics using the spoon as my mic, I heard Tristan laugh but when I turned around he was so engrossed in his laptop.

I'm dancing with a stranger...dancing with a stranger.

I picked one knife and chopped the carrot, the knife slipped from my hand when I tried to dance to the ending of the song.

"Ouch!"
I groaned when it made contact with my right thigh leaving a cut.

"Shit!"
I stared at the blood that slid down my skin, thank God it wasn't a deep cut.

"What the hell were you doing?" Tristan asked, standing up from his seat.

"It was an accident."
He searched the cabinet and brought out the first aid kit.

"Let me take a look at it."
He took my hand and led me to the living room.

I sat on the sofa and he knelt down between my legs, he brought out the cotton wool and a small bottle.

"This is what you get for being clumsy."

"I'm not clumsy, the knife slipped from my hand while I was dancing."
I defended myself.

I closed my legs when he brought the soaked cotton wool ball closer to the gnash on my skin.

"Stay still."
He gripped my thigh with his free hand and pushed my legs apart, I held my breath and closed my eyes ready to welcome the pain.

I winced immediately it made contact with the cut, the pain shot through every part of my body. I tried to close my legs but he increased his hold on my thigh.

I threw my head back in pain biting on my lower lip, I groaned and bit my lip harder like it could stop the pain.

The pain subsided as I felt the warm air on my skin. I opened my eyes and saw him blowing warm air on the cut, the way his lips formed a circle and how dangerously close it was to my skin sent a weird sensation through my body.

The only thing I could think about was his hand on my thigh and his lips close to my skin, the kiss from last time replayed in my head. I shouldn't be thinking about this, he was the reason I was thrown out of my house and dumped by my boyfriend.

But I couldn't help the urge to feel his lips and hands on me, I looked away when he withdrew. He applied an ointment that made the wound hurt more, I groaned biting on my lower lip.

He stopped and I looked at him only to find him staring at my lip that I still had between my teeth, his Adam apple bobbed and he had the same look in his eyes from our last kiss.

"Are you done?"
I asked almost breathlessly, the tension here was killing me.

"Yeah, let me put the band-aid."
I nodded, he put it gently and stood upright on his knees. His eyes stared at my face then raked down to my lips and to my neck, which only set fire in my body.

He drew closer between my legs running his hand smoothly up my thigh to the hem of my shorts.

My heart was thumping against my chest as he drew closer, he wrapped his hands around the back of my knees and pulled me closer till I was at the end of the seat.

No, this is all wrong.

But my body had a mind of its own, making me anticipate his next move.

He leaned closer to my lips, I gasped immediately our lips touched, it started softly but got intense as he found his way into my mouth.

I gripped the seat tightly returning every kiss, he ran his fingers through my hair. My legs curled on the floor from the sweet feeling.

Suddenly he pulled away like I burned him, I saw fear in his eyes. He stepped away from me like I had some kind of contagious disease, he shook his head frantically as he sat on the floor.

"Tristan?"
I called crawling slowly to where he was, he gripped his front hair and buried his face in his palms.

"Tristan, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Fiona, I'm so sorry," he mumbled.

"What?" I murmured, who was he calling Fiona?

"Tristan, it's me, Chloe," I said trying to touch him.

"Call Adrian."
He said pulling away from my touch.

"Can I help?" I inquired.

"I said call Adrian!!!"
I flinched from his tone, I stood up and ran to get my phone. Adrian picked on the second ring.

"Hey, Chloe."

"Adrian, you need to come here quickly, something is wrong with Tristan."

"Okay, stay calm and keep an eye on him, I will be there in five minutes."

"Hurry," I said and ended the call. I turned off the electric cooktop and returned to the living room.
I sat next to him on the floor, he was quiet but his hands were shaking, I didn't know what to do to help.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled again.

"It's okay, you'll be fine," I whispered but he acted like I said nothing.

Adrian arrived with an older man, he was wearing a turtleneck shirt and black pants, his dark hair was brushed back.

They both walked to where he was and helped him up then took him upstairs to his room. Adrian stopped me when I tried to enter the room.

"Stay in your room, the Doctor will make sure he is ok."

"No, I want to know what's wrong with him!"
I tried to force my way in but he held me back.

"He will be fine, Chloe."

"I want to know what's going on?"
I almost yelled.

"You're not helping the situation right now, just wait in your room!"

Adrian yelled back.

"When will all this be over? I'm sick of you guys keeping things from me."

"Please Chloe, wait in your room."
I glared at him before walking away.

I waited for hours but I didn't see Adrian, I left my room and paced the front of Tristan's room.

I got tired and sat on the stairs, I yawned as I felt sleepy, I never got to cook my pasta. I stood up immediately the door opened, Adrian walked out alone.

"How is he?" I asked.

"He is sleeping and he is okay now."

"What about the Doctor?"

"He left an hour ago."

"Are you going to tell me what's going on now or till I throw a tantrum?"

"I'm not sure I'm supposed to tell you this, Tristan had a flashback of something that happened some years ago. Something must have triggered it but he will be fine. He has been fighting it for years, that's all you need to know."

I was still taking in what he said, I wondered what traumatic event he went through. Was it the kiss that triggered it?

"You should go to bed, it's almost 2 am. Call me if anything comes up."

He said with a small smile. He looked like he had something else to say but he just turned away to leave. Funny how some feelings deteriorate after they get hurt.

"Okay, goodnight." I smiled.

"Goodnight."

I was tempted to open his room and peep, I fought it and went to my room. It took me a while to get some sleep.

☆
I woke up a bit late, I went straight to check on Tristan. I tried to open the door but it was locked from inside.

"Tristan?"
I called knocking, I waited but no one answered.

I knocked again but he didn't answer, I raised my knuckle to knock again but the door suddenly opened, making my heart fly to my mouth.

Tristan stood in front of me only on his black boxer brief, his bed hair made him look so sexy, he dragged me into the room when I opened my mouth to say something.

He pushed me on the bed to seat down then sat on the grey sofa in front of the bed.

"You wanna know why you're here?"
He sounded pissed.

"Uhmm..."
Was this the right time? Are we going to have a conversation with him half-naked?

"Well if..."

"I will tell you."
He cut in, I felt so uneasy. Why all of a sudden? I tried not to get too distracted but how was that possible when I had a hot specimen half-naked in front of me.

"You're here to help me create a dream."
He said after releasing a deep breath.

"Huh?"

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