From the Author
Leaningback against the pillows, I smile. For the first time in my life, I'm trulyhappy. I'm in college, loving my classes, and dating the perfect guy.
Trystanstops suddenly and looks over at me. He doesn't say anything.
"What?"I laugh at the curious expression on his face. It's like he's hoping I'll buyhim a puppy.
"You'rebeautiful. Everything about you is beautiful--your face, your body, your soul."The intensity of his words is palpable. I can feel them wash over me andconnect inside me. That connection we've always shared is there and growingstronger.
Trystan'slashes lower as he watches my mouth. He keeps one hand on his guitar and leansin toward me. My pulse races faster as my body heats up. His kisses consume me,lighting me up from the inside out. I don't move. I let him come to me,pressing his body against mine. His free hand traces my lower lip with the padof his finger before cupping my cheeks and pulling me close enough to press hislips to mine.
It'shard to keep things light with Trystan. Every kiss is heated, making me wantmore. I'm almost there with him, but I wanted to be sure. I want to be certainhe loves me. I want to know he'll stay. He has a reputation that worries me,but he can't fake this, can he? What guy would go through what we've beenthrough together for a quick tryst? I push the worry away. It's been too long,too much has happened to continue worrying about being a notch in his belt atthis point.