Bishop smiles as his eyes soften. “That’s amazing.”
I nod. “I went inside and asked dad who you were. He said oh that’s just my friend. I knew from his tone he didn’t want to talk about it, so I let it go, but every time I went to my dad’s, I would hope you would come over.” I kiss the palm of his hand. “That weekend, I came out to both parents. I told my dad, and he said he already knew.” Bishop smiles. “I told my mom, and of course, she lost her shit, but I didn’t care. I knew one hundred percent, and a big part of that was because of you. I wished and wishedyou would show up again, and then one day, two years later, you did.”
“I did.”
“It was the second time you changed my life.” I lean in to kiss him softly. “I wonder what the third thing will be.”
“Maybe there’s only two times.”
I shake my head. “No. We’re bigger than that. We’re epic shit.”
He cups my face. “Epic, huh?”
“I hope so, Bishop. I want…” I stop myself, squeezing my eyes shut. “I need to be quiet.”
“No, be open. Don’t edit.”
“I can’t say it. I don’t want to freak you out.”
“You can’t, Tristan. Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.” I roll over away from him, but Bishop follows me, climbing on me and hovering above me. “Tell me, baby. Say what’s on your mind.”
I shake my head. “Nothing, Bishop. Let it go.”
He searches my eyes for a moment before leaning into me and pressing his lips on mine. His tongue invades my mouth, and I accept him, hungry for more. I wrap my body around him, trying as hard as I can to melt my body into his, to become one, so he can never leave. He moves away, but I try to follow him until he cups my face.
“Tell me your secrets, Tristan. Give them to me. Not Trinity. Me.” His tone is some kind of blend of jealousy and tenderness and passion. “I want them.”
“Them?”
“Your secrets. Even the ones about me.”
Something in his eyes draws the words to my lips. “I want you to fall in love with me.” A ripple of panic rushes through me, but his expression hasn’t changed, encouraging me to continue. “I want to be the one for you, Bishop.”
He searches my eyes. “Why, Tristan? Are you in love with me?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know what that feels like, but I know I want to spend every fucking minute of every fucking day with you.”
“Maybe you’re just infatuated or obsessed with me. Maybe you just want me because I’m forbidden.”
“Maybe. I’ve thought of that.”
“That’s why you want to spend time with me? To see if it’s love?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Why were you afraid to say that to me? Did you think I would get upset?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“You thought I would reject you?”
My eyes well with tears. “Maybe.”
“Tristan, babe, I’m not sure how to describe how I feel either, but it doesn’t freak me out to hear what you hope happens. Not at all.” He kisses me again, softly, brushing his lips over mine. “You want to be my everything?” I nod. “That’s beautiful. It’s… the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Maybe it can happen.”
Bishop smiles. “Yeah, maybe it can.” He pulls my wrist. “Let’s go order a pizza and watch a movie.”
