STELLA
"Why are you so concerned?" I stared into his eyes. They were now honey brown under the light. Alluringly beautiful. I found our faces inching towards each other and our voices dying into soft, lower whispers. "Why are you so concerned about me?"
"Because I care about you?" He shrugged. "And I kind of want to see Corey and Griselda sad. It gives me joy."
I chuckled. "You shouldn't feel that way about people no matter how much they hurt you."
"Tell me you don't want to see them suffer?" He rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to act like a bigger person."
"You are… a heartless prick, Tristan," I whispered, my lips accidentally brushing his cheek as he began to gently rub on my feet through the water. The feel of his hand against skin was starting to get me f*****g drunk. My head swam
