Chapter Nineteen: Tristan
I could feel it in my spine. How much my body wanted her. That wasn’t even a question.
The real one is if I could give her anything else, want anything else. She looked at me like she wanted me, those big blue circles holding the sea bore right through me and make me question everything. If I could trust her. Something told me I could, and it was stronger than with Vivian. The thought of her made me shudder.
I heard something in her voice, a curiosity and care that I usually don’t get from anyone but my family. But I respected her for not wanting to give only half of her. Most women…never mind.
I went dark for a moment, of course someone had hurt me. Bad. I wasn’t sure if I could ever open up again. I had to distract myself with the purpose of this chance meeting. Gabrielle would be pissed if I did not get this right. She is so hard to please, I wonder how Levi survived.
“Let me buy you some lunch. Then we can talk.” I did not phrase it as a question.
She exhausted me and built up my appetite, I was sure she was hungry too. Besides, I wanted to see if I could do something with her that did not involve knocking genitals. I wouldn’t deny it and say I did not want to get to know her more. Maybe we could friends, I just don’t know if I could open up my heart again.
“Okay.”
She nodded.
I took her to the café just down the street, it was walking distance. It felt familiar, walking with my hand on her waist and her tucked into my side. She was soft, she belonged there. What?
I chose a secluded table and we ordered quickly. She went to the bathroom as soon as we got there, then came back, sipping on her tea like she was teasing me. I had imagined those perfect lips around my cock too many times.
“I really thought I would never see you again.” She finally said.
The table was small, our knees brushed as I leaned forward.
“Me too…you thought of me?” I smiled at the question. She had no idea.
“Yeah, all the fucking time. Never met a woman like you before.” I admitted. Her eyes glinted as her cheeks flushed, I don’t think she gets complimented often.
“I thought about you too.” She smiled timidly. How can she be so wild when we fuck and then so timid at lunch?
We ate our pasta salads in relative silence, but it was nice sharing a meal with a female other than my sister or mom.
“I should apologize, for accusing you of being engaged.” We had finished up, and she had been regarding me warily for a while.
“It’s okay,” I shrugged, “it’s just funny because I can’t stand the bride. But my best friend loves her, so I tolerate her.”
She giggled softly. I turned serious, speaking of.
“Look, I really need your help. With the wedding. It’s in two weeks so I know it’s short notice. But I’m desperate.” I pleaded. She stared back at me.
“I could never turn down a chance to build my portfolio. I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” I could let out a breath of relief. I did not know how tense I was about it. “Gabriella is a real handful though. She will probably be the worst bride you ever work with.” I smirked, but her smile did not quite reach her ears.
“I can handle it, but…if I take the job we can’t do whatever we’re doing anymore. I was already so unprofessional this morning, I have to put my career first. So, no more, um…what we’ve done.”
I was disappointed, and in awe at the same time. I barely know her an I respected her. I don’t know if I ever respected Vivian. But Emilia had earned it in seconds. It sucked, but I wouldn’t force her. Not literally, anyway.
“I understand.”
Her smile was tight. I knew she did not want to do it. But she still did. She was strong, determined, even despite this morning—professional. She reminded me of myself. This project wouldn’t take forever. We can hold off until the wedding. At least, I think I could.
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We went back to the floral shop and Gabriella met us there. She was nice in the beginning. Kindly introducing herself and what not. I hadn’t seen her in a while so I did hug her, I’m not a total asshole.
“You look good, how are you?” I asked her. She was in her scrubs, so obviously busy with work. We went to a private room in the back. Emilia sat across from us, making it feel more like we were in fact engaged.
“Good, my fellowship is rough, but good. What about Vivian, did she finally sign?” my eyes fleeted to Emilia, who looked on as I expected her to. In confusion.
“Yeah, she did. It’s over.” My voice was tight. It still got to me, what she did.
“I’m glad…so, Emilia. I have so many ideas.”
I sat back as Gabriella chattered away. Emilia took her through the catalog, but then took out blank paper instead and sketched stuff out. Gabriella changed everything three times. We were there for hours before she decided on a base design, not even the flowers yet.
I did warn her.