TRISTAN’S RINGING OF the doorbell comes as I’m slipping into my sneakers. With Tiffany already gone for drinks with a few friends from school, there’s no one else here to open the door. I grab my bag in a hurry and dash down the stairs, eager to see him. I open the door to his wide, sexy grin. He takes both my hands, pulling me close. “I missed you.”
“We talk every day.” I giggle.
He hugs me, pressing his hard body against mine. “It’s different from seeing you and hearing your voice.”
Okay, not a kiss, but it’s still nice. He’s warm and comfortable and sexy. I like the little squeeze he gives me before drawing back. It feels like he values me ... but he should value me with a kiss too.
“You ready?”
I check my purse to ensure I have everything I need, then give him an affirmative nod.
