~Haven's POV~I was beyond furious after dropping Tristian off. What's his problem? Who throws quarters at people?And saying that Gabe pleasures himself to substitute the fact that we don't engage in premarital sex is just ridiculous! He knows nothing!Sure Gabe gets a little intense and grabby when we make out, but he's more than aware that we have to wait. He's never verbally said that we should take things further, but his actions when things get hot and his breath gets shallow do indicate that he wants a little more.He'd have to wait.Tristian is still a jerk and completely wrong. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that we're not supposed to judge others. That's not our job,

*Tristian's POV*I’d only known the girl like two months, but Haven has somehow captured my attention something fierce. She’s just unlike any other girl I’ve ever met. She's completely insane and yet makes so much sense at the same time. She makes me wanna tear my hair out and confess my undying love for her all at once.She's kind of perfect.I didn't think I'd feel this way about her. It's become so much more than about sex. Don't get me wrong, I still want nothing more than to make love to her. I wanted to be tangled in the sheets with her for hours on end while making her feel like she'd been to heaven and back.But I also have real feelings for her. I wanted to hold her hand and buy her ice cream and kiss that adorable nose of her. I want to hold her in my arms

*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~ "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?"

*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