"Are you going to eat that?" Tristan inquired after just an hour had gone by. I slanted my eyes and turned my head in his direction. My cheeks turned white and my lips pursed into a thin red line.
"Okay…don't want to be bothered" he announced to himself, as he gazed out the window at the passing swarm of clouds. I took a bite of my ravioli casserole and slowly savored the taste in my mouth. Way to make conversation…I thought to myself, as I rolled my eyes.
Tristan tapped his fingers against the armrest and hummed some sort of song.
"Like the Killers?" he asked suddenly, as he pointed at his ipod screen. I looked up once more and shook my head.
"I don't know who they are…" I began in a small voice. A surprised grunt escaped from his lips.
"How could you not" he proclaimed in a low voice. His attention immediately shot to the conversation behind our row.
"Collin…I heard that!" Tristan shouted, as a huge smile smeared across his face. I was too wrapped up in my book to care what was going on around me. But what I did hear made me almost slide out of my seat.
"Don't make any moves on my girl, Trist" Collin yelled in a very loud voice. Some of the passengers on the plane turned around and darted looks of aggravation in his direction. Tristan tilted his head up into the air and stared at his two friends from a distance.
"Don't worry…I'm not interested in the Virgin Mary" Tristan hollered back, as his eyes trailed down my entire body. I gazed up at him with my mouth agape.
"Come on man…she's sitting next to Tristan. You know she's going to turn into a slut by the end of this flight" I could hear Zack tell Collin. This whole entire conversation made me fling up from my seat and turn around to face them.
Tristan was slightly surprised by my swift movements. We were both turned around with our knees propped up on the seats.
"Come to join me…" he muttered with a mischievous grin. I shook the strands of hair out of my eyes and grimaced.
"In your dreams" I uttered in a seductive tone, as I leaned closer towards his face. We were on our way to Paris. So why not have a little fun? I decided to play a game with Tristan that would lead him on. First, I nibbled on my bottom lip and twirled my long chestnut hair with my fingers. Then, I occasionally hit him on the shoulder or giggled at one of his jokes. It felt great to just be flirty and out there.
"So, what's the craziest thing you've ever done?" Tristan asked in a husky voice, as he rested his head on top of his folded arms. I diverted my gaze up to the ceiling of the plane and smiled.
"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you" I whispered in a sultry voice. Tristan definitely responded to the new Rory more and more as the minutes flew by. Eventually, a flight attendant made us sit back down in our seats the proper way, but that didn't delay our fun.
I started reevaluating what the definition of a cute guy was in my mind. And with each adorable laugh and perverted comment, Tristan began to fit the requirements perfectly.
"Can I ask you a question?" he spoke up in a slightly hoarse voice after awhile. I rested my head against the velvet seat cushion and nodded my head. Just watching him talk or move for that matter made me develop an attraction towards him.
"Are you really a Virgin, Mary?" he whispered, as he stared straight into my eyes; blue like the water in the tropics and so full of life. My throat seized shut and my heart began to race. I think he could tell that I was becoming nervous and simultaneously, placed his hand on top of mine. It was two sizes bigger than my hand and a lot rougher in texture. I gulped loudly and laughed to try and lighten the mood.
"What would make you ask that?" I questioned in curiosity, as I hid my flushed face from view. Tristan rubbed his fingers along the stubble draping his chin and smirked.
"You know, I'm a lot better in bed than Collin is—" he began in a very confident voice. My eyes flew wide open, as I gasped in shock.
"What did Collin tell you?" I shouted unintentionally. The lady sitting in front of us turned around and gave me a nasty glare of her eyes. I sunk down into my seat and mouthed an apology.
"We're best friends…we tell each other everything" he murmured slowly. I watched his soft lips move up and down. Automatically, my tongue shot out and licked my own.
"Oh, yah?" I questioned mellifluously, as my eye lids slanted downward. He nodded and positioned his head closer to my neck.
"Yah…especially about the part where you like to get kissed along the left side of your neck" he informed me in a low whisper, as his lips gently grazed my skin. My eyes closed and my breath caught in my throat. His warm lips tenderly slid across my flesh and left little, wet spots in its wake. I let out a sigh and raised my hand to pull back his head; but, instead of doing the right thing, I ran my fingers down the back of his head and pushed him closer to me. His tongue was like magic on all my pressure points. So supple, wet, hot, and pleasurable. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning, that's how amazing it felt.
Lily cocked her head to the side and frowned when she saw the two of us. Clearing her throat with a loud grumble, Tristan and I separated immediately and pretended like nothing happened. I guess Zack's prediction was correct. Tristan was turning me into a little slut. But, smutty behavior never did anyone harm…not to my knowledge anyways.