Wake Up!

After church, the old crew went out, and we had a blast. Janay and Blake were comical as ever. Malika has made me her new best friend, I guess. Pastor Gene and Leslie went home after dinner, and the crew went to the show.

After the show, we went to the lake and fellowshipped some more. It was a perfect Sunday. Finally, we all head home. Kicking off my shoes as I enter, I cut the lamp on, and Tristan is sitting on my couch. My throat's burning I scream so loud. He doesn't budge but sits there until I stop making a complete idiot of myself.

"Tristan, you're going to give me a heart attack. How'd you get in?"

"I'm fine. ...My flight went well. ...Business is going well."

He stands, walks up to me, and starts kissing me, but I feel a little weird. Pecking his lips, I grab his hand, leading him to the couch. I sit in a dining chair next to it, but he avoids the couch and straddles me.

"Tristan, what are you doing?"

Laughing, I try to push him off, but he stays on top of me, staring. Still