Darling, you'll be okay

It was hard to believe that only a month ago I was friendless and alone. Now I had a best friend and an amazing, sexy as fuck boyfriend.

Brodie spends every school day with us. He is actually way more intelligent than I originally thought. And even though our trio time means the world to me, he understands that we need private time as a couple too, which I appreciate. So sometimes the three of us hang out, and sometimes Brodie makes excuses to leave us to ourselves.

"I have to, uh, go study in the library," he'd say. We know damn well that was a lie, but we never argued.

After school, I'd be going over to Tristan's house to do some studying of our own. Ha! The only thing I'd be studying is Tristan. His face, his smile, his body...

We walked hand and hand to the familiar little brown house. No one was home. I was getting used to this.

We went straight to his room and began playing Call of Duty. Between levels, he'd scoot closer to me and kiss me softly. The third time this happened, our kiss caught on fire.

It all started because I accidentally let out a small moan. Tristan's body responded to it by pulling closer.

His tongue brushed my lower lip and he bit down softly. That made me moan a little louder.

Before I knew it, my fingers were twisted in his hair. He had his hand resting on my cheek as he hungrily begged for more. His tongue slipped into my mouth. Oh Tristan.

Just as things began getting very heated, I heard the sound of a door open. Fuck. His dad was home.

We awkwardly scooted apart and pretended to be playing Call of Duty.

His dad greeted us and then slid into his office, closing the door behind him.

"I'm thirsty, you want me to go get you something?" Tristan asked, as he stood near the door.

"Water will be fine," I said, smiling. How did I ever get so lucky to have him?

Once he left, I glanced casually around his room. Something caught my eye. He had left some jeans on the floor that he had worn yesterday. In the pocket was a folded up piece of paper. I couldn't contain my curiosity.

I grabbed the paper and opened it. A note, written in curly cursive handwriting:

Tristan,

I just wanted to thank you for always being here for me. You're amazing in every way! I don't know what I'd do without you. You've helped me more than you'll ever know. Last night, I held my pillow tight, thinking of you. Doing that makes things seem not so bad. You're the most amazing boyfriend in the entire world. <3

Love always,
Katrina xoxoxo

Boyfriend?!

Who the fuck is Katrina?!

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