Nighttime
Rory's P.O.V.
Nighttime is the worst part of the day. I guess to others it isn't, but maybe that's because they are sleeping. While they sleep these thoughts run through my head. And I'm thinking about him and nothing else. How he smirked, how he talked, how he stood, how his eyes looked, how I felt when he stared at me, how he walked, how he kissed me that night, how he makes me want him just by walking by, how he…No I will not go there tonight. He really could make me do what he wanted. One kiss from him is not enough. He said he would have kissed me that night but Dean was there. His kiss was so gentle and sweet…so not like the Tristan I knew. I wish I wouldn't keep thinking about him. I want to, so why can't I?