*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
*Tristian's POV* I was very happy with how my relationship with Haven was escalating. I'd been so close to having actual sex with her. She lets me go down on her whenever I wanted, which was basically every day. I loved pleasuring her like that. Making her shake and squirm. She was saying my name, not God's. I felt accomplished. My mission was going perfectly. I wasn't even really worried about her returning the favor. I didn't really need it. I just wanted to be inside her and make her go crazy. I wanted her perfect legs around me as I made love to her. I wanted to hear her heavy breathing right in my ear, let her moans overload all of my senses. Go so deep inside her that all she can think about is me. I just knew Haven would love sex and she'd want to do it like crazy. I
*Tristian's POV* Why is time going so fucking slow? We're still three days away from Saturday aka the day I make love to Haven. It's like God knows the sins we're gonna commit and was punishing us ahead of time for them. I had everything planned out. I was taking her to one of the nicest restaurants in town. My parents were letting me use the credit card. I told them I was dating a nice Christian girl (but not to bring it up to my grandma) and I wanted to take her on a nice date. They're so happy that I seemed to be turning over a new leaf. It was the first time since that horrible night that they actually seemed interested in me and what was going on in my life. We hadn't spoken much since I had moved here. Just a few forced phone calls courtesy of my grandma. She was always working so hard to keep our family together.
~Haven's POV~ My relationship with Tristian was heating up much faster than I had anticipated. I realized that's completely on me. I never realized how much I needed a sexual awakening until Tristian. Of course I liked his personality and mind and all of that but I am obsessed with how much he turned me on and how much I got him going. I cannot wait for him to be inside me. It's practically all I think about which is why I let him go down on me whenever he wanted. Who knew orgasms were so incredible? I couldn't believe we're actually having sex on Saturday. I never pictured this day happening like this, but I was so glad it was. Even though I felt slightly guilty about all the things I had been doing recently it wasn't enough to stop me. Besides, is it really a
~Haven's POV~ Tristian and I made out for like twenty minutes when he dropped me off at home. I entered my house feeling high and I didn't think it was weed. "Haven, is that you?" Mom called. "Yeah." "Can you come here sweetie?" I went to the living room. Mom and Dad were watching Jeopardy as usual. "Hey!" I smiled. "What's up?" "We just wanted to check in on you." Dad started. "We've noticed some...changes since your break up with Gabriel." "What kind of changes?" "Well, you don't straighten your hair anymore and your clothes are...different." Mom pointed out. "I mean you are a beautiful