LivTristan’s eyes dilated. He wanted me, there was no denying that, but he was being cautious. I’d rattled him with my suggestion.
Good. Things between us needing shaking up. They’d been stagnant long enough.
I loved how bold I was with him. It was Tristan, after all; even when I’d just met him, I felt like I knew him forever. Later I’d figure out that what attracted me to Ted was a sense of danger. After getting pregnant, dropping out of college, and marrying him, I discovered he was more immature than anything else. But enough about Ted. I wanted to blow Tristan so he’d never think of me as “just a friend” again.
I squirmed on the seat. Thinking about it was making me wet, but something was holding him back. I bet having his c**k shoved down my throat would help him get over it. God,
