“Ugh,” he groaned, “Fine! pretty please?” He begged while holding his hands together in a pleading prayer kinda way.
I rolled my eyes, but nodded in agreement.
“Yes!” He whispered in victory while I walked past him to go get dressed.
The drive to Tristan's house was odd, his face was all scrunched up in deep thought and his knuckles were pure white because he was gripping onto the steering wheel, way too tight. I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss his cheek. His face relaxed a little and his grip loosened on the steering wheel. He sighed as he put his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze.
“T? What else could you smell at my house?” I questioned him as I remembered that he had said he could smell a dirty f*****g something. He let out a deafening growl, which made the
