Five minutes later, the newlyweds were gone and we were all standing outside trying to catch cabs back to our hotels. Tristan and I rode along with tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum, wishing them a goodnight while they headed out of the lobby to hit up a club nearby while we walked back to the hotel room with our fingers loosely linked. He smiled at me really goofily when we made our way in, and then again when he followed me into the bathroom after I told him I was going to shower.

He peeled his clothes off faster than I did, turning on the water and slipping in while I was still trying to undress, but really, I was too busy swallowing up the smooth lines of his body. Once I'd taken off the strapless, plum bridesmaid dress and underwear, I got into the double shower with him. There should be something said about Tristan all wet. He was already the most handsome man I'd ever seen fully clothed, but naked? There was no comparison for beauty when he had water dripping from every inch of his creamy skin.

He moved over to let me wash my hair, stroking the tips of his fingers across my neck while I lathered it, and then trailing them down my spine when I rinsed the shampoo off. He washed my back for me with just the palms of his hands and some of the liquid soap the hotel provided. I washed his back for him after he'd done mine, but I dipped my fingers to press into the tight curve of his ass when I got the chance.

"I'm going to start charging you."

"For what?"

"For touching my ass all the time."

My head fell back when I laughed in response. "Oh, please."

He smiled at me, those perfect white teeth coming out to say hi. "I'll meet you out there after you finish."

My shower was over a minute later, but he was already slipping out of the bathroom, so I took my time drying off and brushing my teeth before putting on my underwear and sports bra to sleep. I found him sprawled on top of the covers, long legs wide while flipping through channels using the remote. He winked at me and patted the spot right next to him. I climbed on, wobbling over the mattress until I could snuggle against his side.

I didn't say anything while he kept changing the channels until suddenly, a silhouette of a girl riding a guy popped up on the large, flat screen television. The sound of moans filtered through the speakers.

"Well, this is awkward," I snickered, trying my best not to think about Robby Lingus, but it was impossible. Just two months before, Tristan had been— yeah, I definitely didn't want to think about it.

"Sorry," he apologized discreetly, which only made me feel like shit. I knew what I was getting into. I'd known who he was. What he did. I couldn't change it, but I also really shouldn't hold it against him.

"It's fine," I said, reaching over to place my palm on the inside of his thigh.

Tristan placed his hand over mine, squeezing it. "You know you're the best, right?"

"Nah, you are."

He shifted back on the bed so that his back was resting on the headboard. "I am, but you are too," he chuckled. "Come here," he patted the hand resting on his thigh, trying to get me to sit on his lap. I made a big show about getting up and straddling him, tucking my legs under me with my ass on the middle of his thighs. Those large hands that I loved cupped my cheeks and brought my face so close to his I could smell the toothpaste on his breath.

"I missed you," he said taking my bottom lip between his, "the last few days," he took the top one, sucking it lightly.

I shivered, pushing my chest against his, feeling him hard and insistent against my stomach. "I've missed you too," I croaked out when he started kissing my cheeks and jaw.

"Did you like the wedding?" he asked me, earning a gurgling noise of response when he started sucking on the thin skin of my neck.