Accidental Tryst (Charleston #1)(90)
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I smiled stupidly. Reading this first would certainly have primed me to see Trystan in a more positive light when he showed up last night. It was a silly move. A silly gesture. But I could see the heartfelt nature of it. And I could certainly see Annie's fingerprints all over it. My phone vibrated as I held it.
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Trystan: Good morning.
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Morning.
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I pressed my lips together to control my smile and stop the butterflies flying from my stomach up my throat.
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I'm concerned about the 3%.
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Trystan: What? 3%? This is Trystan. You did save my number in your phone, right? You didn't delete it?
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LOL. Our dating profile says we are a 97% match. I'm concerned about the 3%.
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Trystan: Oh. About that. I think it's sexual compatibility.
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I snorted a laugh.
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What?
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Trystan: You know? In the bedroom?
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I know what it means. But it makes no sense.
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Trystan: You said it, not me.
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Ha.
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Trystan: But you know . . . maybe there are a couple things you wouldn't try. Not assuming, just suggesting.
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Not likely.
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Trystan: Oh Emmy, be careful.
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A thrill of giddiness went through me. My insides felt warm and gooey. I was glad he left last night after we spoke though. I think we both needed to get some distance and perspective on our feelings. Spoiler, they hadn't changed. He still made me all sorts of terrified, but it was mixed with the most exquisite and exhilarating joy.
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Promises. Promises. I text back, biting my lip to contain my smile.
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Trystan: Looking forward to our first date. (He says, trying to change the subject and keep his dirty, dirty mind in check)
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It's an interesting first date, that's for sure.
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Trystan: Picking you up to take you to the airport so you can meet another man? Sure.
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Not man. Men! David AND D'Andre.
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Trystan: Yep. Men. I'm taking you to meet two other men.
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And buying me coffee.
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Trystan: You still in bed?
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Yes.
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Trystan: Me too . . .
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Oh no you don't.
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Trystan: Aww. Come on. What r u wearing?
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Nothing.
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Trystan: :: Groan :: Fantastic. And what is your hand doing?
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Holding the phone.
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Trystan: Your other hand?
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Stroking my pussy
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I chuckled and texted again.
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Pussy cat.
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Tuna.
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Trystan: I didn't get your last two messages.
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Ha ha.
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Trystan: Whhhyyyy won’t you tell me how you bypassed the security code on my phone?
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Why won’t you tell me what the L in your name stands for?
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Trystan: Not even my shrink knows that.
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You don't have a shrink.
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Trystan: Do you remember how you said that when we texted you felt like you could tell me anything?
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Yeah . . .
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Trystan: Be my shrink then. Can I tell you something? Something I backed off telling you last night?
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I licked my lips nervously and shifted in the bed.
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Why couldn't you tell me?
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Trystan: I was worried you wouldn't believe me. Or you'd run away again. It was thiiiiiiiis close last night.