Accidental Tryst (Charleston #1)(91)

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I frowned.



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Why tell me this morning then? What changed?



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Trystan: I'm taking a chance.



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Okay, shoot.



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Trystan: Do you promise to accept it on face value?



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Face value?



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Trystan: Like . . . it is what it is.



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You're putting it in writing. So it has to stand.



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Trystan: It does.



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I waited, biting my lip and scowling at my phone.



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Trystan: Here goes . . .



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Trystan: I think we should try anal.



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Oh my God.



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Trystan: Just kidding.



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Trystan: What I wanted to say was . . .



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Trystan: I fell for you before I ever touched you. But I didn't think you'd believe me. Or you'd be too shocked and reject it. But I'm pretty sure about it. I've never felt the way I do about you, ever. And now this doesn't seem so shocking after the anal comment does it?



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Oh my God. You. Are. A. Psycho.



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Trystan: Nah. Just a little fucked in the head.



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My heart beat so hard, I sat up in bed dislodging the cat and causing him to give a disgruntled mewl.



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Pick me up in thirty minutes. I need time to process . . .



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Holy shit, did I ever need time to process. Thirty minutes might not cut it. But it would have to do since I didn't want to be late to get to the airport to meet David and D'Andre, who was so kindly escorting him to South Carolina.

My feelings for Trystan had shocked me too. They'd made me completely freak out after sleeping with him. Knowing he'd been feeling the same way . . . I sighed and couldn't help the stupid grin on my face. God, we were like two newborn calves trying to walk. It probably wasn't going to be easy, but if he was willing to take a chance, I guess I was too.



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Trystan: Your processing time is freaking me out. Why I decided to text you and not tell you to your face is beyond me. I need to see you right now.



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Relax. Texting is what we do best :)



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Trystan: Not true. We do other things extremely well. Texting is like . . . third.



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Guess what?



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Trystan: What?



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It's Tuesday.



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Trystan: And?



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And?!?! It's our anniversary. The anniversary of our accidental meeting.



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Trystan: So it is.



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I love Tuesdays.



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And you.