He smiles, nodding. “I’ll be cool now.”
“I assume Trinity is aware of all of this.”
“Yeah. She knows I’m obsessed.”
“Don’t be obsessed. I’m just a man.”
Tristan shakes his head. “Not so much.”
I pat his thigh. “We need to get back.”
We arrive back at the house and walk in acting relatively normal. When we enter the kitchen, Trinity is decorating aplatter with leaves and Rocco is setting out plates. They both look up.
“Ah, you’re back,” Trinity says.
“Store was crazy busy,” Tristan offers, which isn’t at all true but helps explain why we were gone so long.
Trinity smiles. “I was telling Rocco about his astrological match.”
He nods. “She was. I should be looking for a Gemini I guess.” He laughs. “Glad you boys are back. Can you put the butter in the potatoes while I go change?”
“I’m on it,” I answer. “What happened to the catering?”
Rocco laughs. “Changed my mind. I guess I’m into tradition.”
I smile. “It smells amazing.”
“Thanks, man. Be right back.”
Rocco leaves, and I gaze at Trinity while opening the butter. “You’re really into this zodiac stuff, huh?”
“Yeah.” She smiles. “I didn’t get to tell you that Tristan is actually your perfect match. You’re both possessive, jealous, passionate, and kinky. In the bedroom, it will be intense, and out of it, even more so. But you probably already figured that out.” She winks. “Scorpios throw their whole heart into everything they do. And you, Bishop, you’ll love his reverence for you. He’ll worship you if you let him.”
I study her for a moment. “And what does he get from a Taurus?”
“Everything he’s ever wanted. He loves your possession, your ownership of him, and he’ll be obedient, touching no one but you if you make him yours.”
Her description is so erotic, so… compelling. “What about our obvious differences?”
Trinity smiles, gazing at Tristan before shifting her eyes back to me. “Both of you are headstrong, and when you want something, you’ll get it, no matter what obstacles you have toface.” She exhales slowly. “The only problem is you don’t like complications, and this whole situation is one big complication.”
“Yep.”
“It’s okay though because Scorpio respects where you come from. He understands you more than you understand yourself.” Her eyes search mine as she pauses. “If you let yourself love him, he’ll blow your mind.”
I start to speak, but Rocco returns. “Okay. I think it’s time for a glass of wine.”
Trinity eats another olive while Tristan leans on the island, whispering in her ear. She looks at me wide-eyed and smiles before whispering something back to him. I’m very aware that our little escapade is being discussed right now. Tristan looks at me with so much desire in his eyes. I have a feeling getting through dinner is going to be harder than I thought.
More people show up and Tristan and his friends are distracted, but just like the night of his going away party, it feels like an invisible rope is tied around us, keeping us connected no matter where we go. Instead of time lessening the attraction, it’s made it worse. I want him more now than before.
I watch him across the room with his friends, laughing and drinking wine. He’s matured since he left. Gone is the kid throwing back shots. Instead, a grown man stands across the room from me. Trinity hangs on him like a girlfriend, which causes me more than a little jealousy. I hate admitting it but it’s true. I’m jealous. I want him all for myself. I don’t want any of these people in the room right now. I don’t want friends. I don’t even want Rocco here. I want to take him upstairs and bend him over and fuck him hard. Nothing’s changed.
He turns around and glances at me, lifting his wine glass with a slight head nod. He appears calm, as though I’m just another person in the room, but I know what’s brewing under the surface. Desire. So much desire.
After about thirty minutes, Rocco tells us it’s time to eat so we all move to the dining room. Tristan sits across from me, but I wish he hadn’t. I want to try to ignore him as much as possible. A stupid quest, knowing it won’t happen, but I can try. I can’t ignore him. He knows it. I know it. I just hope Rocco doesn’t.
As we pass food around the table, and the chitchat begins, my mind wanders to the relationship between Tristan and Trinity. It seems intimate. Much more than just classmates, but there’s no way he’s done something with her. If I’ve ever met a guy who loved dick, it’s him. No way he swings to Pussyland on occasion. Nope. Still, there’s something there. I want to know all his secrets like she does. I want to be the one he runs to like she is. I want his glances and secret conversations. Me. Not her. I want those things with him, but I can’t have it. I promised Rocco. Promised. I keep fucking up though.
