I laugh loudly as Tristan grins beside me, proud his ridiculous joke was stupid enough to make me laugh. The sun is rising and I realize I'm probably laughing because I'm delirious. I lost count at how many times we tangled together throughout the night so all I know now is my body is weak but very pleasantly satisfied.
I turn onto my side, now able to see Tristan's face perfectly. "I like this."
He looks over at me and smiles, turning onto his side as well. "... I've been wanting to ask you something."
"... Would you consider living with me?"
My eyes widen in shock. "Move in, you mean?"
"Yes. I mean, there is a lot going on with Casey and the paparazzi- my father. I'd say I'm asking because it's safer for you but really... It's just because I want you there." He grabs my hand softly, running his thumb over the curve of my index finger. "I think-"
"Of course I'll move in with you," I exclaim happily, not needing him to convince me. I cup his face tightly and grin, pressing my lips to his. He exhales and wraps his arms around my body, pressing me closer to him. "Of course I will."
We both sigh together, releasing the tension and nerves.
"I want mornings like this."
"I do too."
I rest my head against the curve of his neck, sighing. I begin to chuckle as I think back to the moment he asked.
"Were you nervous to ask me?"
I hear him chuckle softly. "It feels like I'm always nervous now."
I smile, running my fingers lightly over his scar. "My brother seemed to really like you. I swear, you guys are so alike."
"He's a nice guy."
"He is... He was amazed you were able to get that elevator going again."
"I'm pretty amazed too."
"Really? You seemed so sure of yourself."
"That was to impress you..." He watches fondly as I crack up beside him. "Did it work?"
I look up, scoffing. "Hell yeah, it worked, obviously. I mean, we haven't even gone to sleep yet."
He laughs happily, nodding. "I know, I'm sorry. We have to be at your brother's soon anyway. What are we doing today?"
"Uh, going to see a site he doing and then there's a party in town for him later on."
"Yeah... You don't think it will be dangerous right? With everything going on?"
"No," he whispers, smiling. "No, we're fine, Gen."
It's strange that the minute he utters those words, I deflate, believing him. I guess that means I trust him... I trust him to keep me safe.
I rest my sunglasses over my eyes as we track our way through the sand towards Andre's current project. He's extremely proud of it so of course, we said yes to coming out. I kind of wish we hadn't though because my legs feel like they're about to snap off, the sun could honestly blind me, and it's deathly hot out here.
Tristan, also wearing glasses to try and conceal the dark circles around his eyes, grabs my hand, smiling. I lean into him as Andre walks in front of us, explaining his work.
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...