*Tristian's POV*
I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't help it. Haven was so close to me and she smells like strawberries like she always does and she's absolutely stunning. So I kissed her.
My body felt like it had been set on fire! I had never felt this before. She's kissing me back hesitantly, but she's still doing it. I slip my hand in her hair, kissing her harder. She moaned against my lips. It's too much, I want her so badly.
I'm allowed maybe a minute of tasting her utterly perfect lips before she pulled away abruptly and backed away from me.
“What's wrong?" I asked.
“You know what's wrong. You can't do that, Tristian."
“Why not?" I asked, even though I knew the a
~Haven's POV~ Even though I was sure I wanted to be with Tristian, I wanted to give Gabe a chance to keep me. To see if he could make me feel the way Tristian did. Were making out, but I wasn't really feeling anything. I probably just have to work with him a little. I grabbed his hands put them in my hair. I liked when Tristian did that. "You want my hand in your hair?" Gabe asked. "Yeah, I thought it would be kind of hot." I smiled. "But you put so much work into your hair." "Well you can mess it up." I kissed him hard pressing against him. I still wasn't feeling anything. I was honestly kind of bored. I wasn't excited or damp or
~Haven's POV~ "Can we help you?" A girl now emerged from the covers. I looked at her in disbelief. “I was so close to getting off.” I shook my head. “No. I'm sorry I interrupted. That was...rude of me.” "Haven..." Gabe whispered. "Um..." I couldn't stay there. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that most of my life was a lie. I ran out of the room. I practically stumbled down the stairs. "Haven wait!" Gabe's voice called after me. I ran into the backyard. I couldn't breathe. My chest was closing up and I was crying and I was dizzy. I think was having a panic attack. I had to stop and lean against the house to catch my breath. "Haven, what are you doing here?"
~Haven's POV~ "What do you want?" I asked approaching him. "You weren't at church today,” he said. "I had other plans,” "Where?" "That's really none of your business, Gabe." I said crossing my arms. "Now what do you want?" "I want to talk to you about our break up. I want you to reconsider." He said quietly. "Excuse me?" I asked. "Are you out of your freakin mind?" "Maybe I am. That's what being without you feels like, Haven. I feel like I've lost my mind." Gabe said. "That's funny, because you weren't losing your mind when you were with all those o
*Tristian's POV* Being with Haven is truly something else. I absolutely loved kissing her more than I loved anything else. But I also loved just talking to her. That's pretty much all we did. Talk and kiss. And do art. She was literally the perfect girl. Haven had changed a lot since we'd started secretly dating. She cursed a lot now. She was good at not doing it around any of her church friends and her family, but around me, she didn't filter anything. I think it made her kind of excited to say words she knew she wasn't supposed to. Her clothes are completely different too. Haven used to dress pretty modestly. Skirts and dresses down to her knees, no low cut shirts, nothing too tight. That was gone. She went in the back of her closet and took all those sexy clothes and made them her wardrobe. Her body was now scantily adorne
*Tristian's POV* This was a bad idea. The moment we walked in I saw some kids from the youth group which included Gabe and his new girlfriend, Bethany Wallace. Haven and Gabe had only been broken up for a week when he started dating her. I asked Haven if she would warn about Gabe's cheating, but she said no. Apparently she had never liked Bethany. Everyone was shocked at how quickly Gabe had moved on. If only they had known how quickly Haven had moved on. Things were now awkward at youth bible study, since Haven and Gabe were the leaders, but I didn't mind. It seemed that Haven was way more into making out after it. "Maybe we should go to another ice cream place." I said as I turned around to face her. "No way." She answered, letting out her raspy laugh. “This is the best place i
~Haven's POV~ Being with Tristian was one of the best feelings in the world. Nothing compared to it. Not singing in the church choir, or ushering, or praise dancing. He made me feel alive. I loved the way he touched me and kissed me and never pressured me or made me feel bad about my sexual inexperience. He'd been exactly what I needed after that jerk, Gabe. Tristian was more than I deserved. I could tell he appreciated me and would never hurt me. That didn't mean I was giving into him so easily. The fact that my friends, my parents, and Heath would never approve of me being with him worried me more than I'd like to admit to Tristian. Right now sneaking around is fun and hot, but what if I fell in love with him? We can't sneak around forever. How would I be able to convince
~Haven's POV~ "Weed?!" I exclaimed. "I didn't know you did that…" "I didn't want you to. I didn't know how you'd feel about it. It helps me distress." Tristian explained. "Oh. Do you have it because we fought?" "No, I already had it. But I was going to smoke it because we fought." I didn't say anything. "Do you want to smoke?" He asked. "Um…I don't know." I said shifting uncomfortably. "You don't have to," Tristian assured me. "I just asked because you're turning over a new leaf and everything." "Does it hurt?" I asked remembering, how some alcohol burnt my throat. "Only if you inhale too hard,"
~Haven's POV~ My conception of time was terrible while high, so I wasn't sure how much longer we stayed before Tristian drove me home. It seemed like it took us literally a second to reach my house. I wasn't really high anymore, just kind of giggly. "What do I do?" I whispered. "You go in there and you act normal and then you sleep this off." Tristian answered. "How can I act normal ?" I snorted. "How about I go in with you?" "Yes please. Can we make out?" "Sure, babe." I stumbled out of the car and then attempted to straighten myself up. Tris