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Ch.9
Its beautiful. I've never seen a hotel suite as luxurious as this, let alone dreamed of actually staying in one. As I walked through the room door and into the living area, I immediately noticed an elegant platter of juicy strawberries drizzled with both dark and white chocolate. I walked passed a fluffy white chaise lounge and immediately popped one in my mouth. Behind me, I heard the door click shut and a loud thump as tristan dropped the extra suitcase I had packed to the floor. Since ma felt the need to pack most of my clothes before I even knew what was in store for me and have them sent to our room, I only needed to bring my straightener, my notebook of lyrics, and a stash of bras and panties that ma didn't know about, because she would find them very inappropriate for a girl my age. But in my opinion, what I put on my body is not her concern. It's not like I plan on anyone seeing them.
"where do you want this?" Tristan asked, talking about my guitar case that he was still carrying. I turned around to face him and motioned toward the white French doors that I assumed led to the beds we would be sleeping in. So distracted by the strawberries, I hadnt bothered to explore the rest of the suite.
"ah ah ah, not so fast," I said as Tristan grabbed one handle of the door. " I want to see it first"
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "What, you've never seen a bedroom before?" he said as I shimmied in between him and the doors. He didn't move out of the way, as I had expected him too, but stood there with that cute...stupid smirk of his. My heart beat sped up, and I quickly turned around and turned the door handle.
"no," I said as i began opening the doors, " I just want to pick which bed I'm gunna..." I stopped short. In the middle of the bedroom stood a luxurious king sized bed. One. I whipped around.
" are you KIDDING me?" I asked in disbelief.
" uhh..." Tristan began, " I wasn't exactly aware of THAT arrangment." And judging by the new coloration to his cheeks, he was telling the truth.
"Mi dios, what the hell with the parents!" I said exasperated, throwing my arms in the air. "you're 22 damn years old, and I'm 16! Most parents wouldn't even want me talking to you, let alone sleeping in the same bed."
He smirked.
"which wont be happening," I added.
"ok, ok" he said in a low voice. "I'll sleep on the couch or something." I was surprised he wasn't putting up a fight. He sounded tired. Aah, he's got me feeling a little guilty.
" no..." I mumbled.
"what?" judging by the look on his face, he got the wrong idea.
" I mean, I'll sleep on the couch" I quickly corrected.
He ran his hands through his hair, something I found...hot. Not that I would ever let him know this.
He is confusing to me. At first, he seemed like a spoiled asshole, but now...He's kinda getting to me. I cant really figure him out. It's like... Sometimes hes an aloof jerk, bendejo, and then sometimes he seems to soften a little. There has to be more to him than what's on the surface.
