His words were like a soothing balm to his actions, dulling the emotions that had been wrapped around me before. His words and touches were enough to ease him back into my good graces because I believed him. I felt his affection toward me through his hug and chaste kisses, but the sharp edges of the business card in my hand reminded me of Kieran. I wondered briefly if words and apologetic actions were really enough when it came to this thing with Tristan. At times I felt like he thought of me as more than a friend or sister, but it fluctuated so much I didn't understand and was not willing to push for an explanation.

I figured if he wanted me, he'd make it known.

Later that night, Tristan was running up the stairs to my apartment, his long legs pumping him up the stairs faster than I imagined he could possibly go. His fist was clenched and his teeth were grinding. The poor sucker needed to pee, and I was taking my sweet ass time making it up the stairs. "Kat!" he hissed at me.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I said, walking over to the door and unlocking it.

He pushed passed me and dodged into my bathroom with Matlock trailing after him. He'd been exceptionally sweet the rest of the day after the aquarium incident, taking me to eat at this cool Japanese restaurant before taking us back to his house to play with Yoda a while. Tristan would brush his fingers through my ponytail randomly, put his arm around my shoulder more often, and then kiss my temples a couple more times. Needless to say, I was turned on beyond belief. I swear he radiated magical sexual energy with his hands and lips. Maybe I was just so interested in him that my desperate body would take any attention it could get and milk it shamelessly.

I wanted him to give me a sign that he felt something for me besides friendship.

I know that his actions and looks were more than just platonic. Over the course of my life, I'd had male friends before that were just that — friends — and it was never like this. Never. Tristan was different, I knew that but I wanted it to be really different. The notion that he was leaving the next day to go fornicate with other girls killed me inside. It killed me because I wanted him to do those things with me.

"I may have peed on your toilet seat by accident," his velvet voice stated from the doorway to my bathroom. He stood there in all of his muscular, professional glory and a sheepish face.

I grimaced and tossed one of my pillows at him. "Did you at least clean it off?"

He nodded, holding my pillow between his hands before plopping down on the bed right next to me. "I did, don't worry."

"Yuck." I told him but honestly, I really didn't care too much. Having shared a bathroom with Josh for a year, I'd become pretty desensitized to the things that could happen when a man peed. Josh used to leave puddles on the floor and lets just say I was fond of walking around barefoot. I figured that as long as my ass didn't come into direct contact with it then I was fine. A sudden thought popped into my brain, and I felt a little like Zoey as I hopped off the bed and pulled the sliding door to my closet open. She'd be so proud of me and my plan. "Tell me which dress you think I should wear to wedding. I can't decide on one."

Silence answered me and I had to bite back a snort. Every time I'd brought up the wedding, which had really only been one other time besides Sunday, Tristan's mouth would lock up like a jail cell. I grabbed the three dresses I had in mind from the closet and laid them out on the bed right next to him. The strapless dress Zoey had brought up the day we went bowling didn't fit anymore and I was relieved by it. Tristan rolled over so he was propped up on his elbow, while his other hand was free to touch the three very different dresses laid out.

One was short, gold, and sparkly with thin straps and a black band of fabric right below where my breasts would be. I thought it was a little on the short side but maybe not. The other was a sea foam color that reminded me of Kieran's eyes for a brief moment, it was strapless and a decent length. The third I was definitely not sure about, the midnight blue dress was silky and sleeveless with the material bunching up on one shoulder, leaving the other completely exposed. It was pretty fucking short and if that wasn't bad enough, I couldn't wear a bra with it. I didn't have huge boobs but they were still too large for me to successfully pull off going braless.