Tris and Tobias
Tris POV
Tobias and I walk hand in hand to his dormitory. I've been there before, when Peter, Drew, and Al were about to throw me into the chasm and Tobias rescued me. I shudder at the memory and try to wash it away. I grip his hand tighter, but not too tight.
I have had the same questions about us for days now. Do I have feelings for him? Does he have feelings for me? Why did he even save me that night? Did he care? Tobias isn't the one you'd expect to be kind. But there are moments, brief moments, where I can sense it. I like that about him. It's like something that you want to happen, but you don't know if it really will happen.
We reach his dormitory and I sit on his bed.
"Do you want some water?" he asked me.
"No, no thanks." I replied. He sits next to me and unzips my jacket to reveal my tattoo of the three birds.
"I like your tattoo. Does it mean something?" he asked me running his cold, long fingers against my tattoo.
"It represents each family member I left. My brother, my mother, and my father." I replied, looking into his dark eyes. He leaned really close to me that his lips were brushing against mine.
"I guess you still miss them," and he smashed his lips and started kissing me passionately. I melted into him. I laid down flat on the bed, with him hovering over me, still deep in the kiss. I cupped the back of his neck with my hand, pulling him closer to me. Whenever I kiss him, I get this energy. Energy that makes me feel alive. The feeling of loneliness, guilt, cowardice, they all leave. Even though I am scared of being with him, I don't want him to leave. I want this feeling to stay for as long as it can.
It seems like we kissed for about twenty minutes, maybe just 3 minutes, when I pull away. I have to ask him. I need the answer. I look into his dark, cold eyes.
"Tobias," I asked, quietly, "I need to know. Why did you come for me when I was about to fall in chasm? Why did you take care of me instead of sending me to the infirmary?"
He looks deep into my eyes, hesitating. "I don't like watching people getting killed. I watch it every day, but it doesn't get easier," he lies down next to me and laces his fingers with mine. That wasn't the correct answer. He was lying. I could tell.
"You're lying aren't you?" I turn to face him.
"You don't give up, do you?" He smiles and he turns to face me. "I, honestly, don't like seeing people getting killed but that wasn't the only reason," He stays quiet for a moment. I scoot closer to him, my whole body facing his. I run my hand along his arm, filled with muscle.
"I saved you because I love you." He smiles, and after a moment, I smile at him too. I get on top of him and smash my lips against his.
