today is my first day of break:))

i love this chapter so much and it's over 2,000 words i'm so proud of myself lol

(Tris POV)

I never would have thought that sitting on a bed would make me this nervous.

My legs are folded beneath me as I pick at my fingernails in my lap. Four is in the bathroom connected to his room. The longer he's in there the worse my anxiety becomes. I don't know why I'm so nervous. I've been here before, once when I came over for pizza and a movie and the other to spend the night. But those situations were different. We weren't a thing, not really. I hadn't kissed him yet and no expectations had been set. Now is different. I don't know what he wants. He's a movie star for God's sakes. What if he wants things that I'm not ready for?

"I have an idea." His voice startles me as he walks into the room.

I look up at him. He's in the middle of changing his shirt. I watch as he pulls the fabric over his toned skin. A lump forms in my throat.

"Uh-oh." I joke. He just smiles at me and walks over to where I'm sitting on his bed. Part of me deflates when he doesn't sit down.

"Let's play twenty questions." He states.

I roll my eyes. "That's just an excuse for guys to ask the color of your underwear or something."

Shaking his head, he smiles down at me. "No. Seriously. I feel like I don't know anything about you. And I know you don't know anything about me."

I purse my lips, "I know things about you."

He shakes his head. "Like what?"

"You're really rich. Your dad is gross. And you're really rich. And your apartment is super awesome. And you're really rich." I joke.

He tries to hide his smile by biting the inside of his cheek. "You've just about summed me up."

I grin, "I'm kidding. I'll play. What happens if I refuse to answer a question?"

"You strip, obviously." He grins.

"Ha-ha." I deadpan.

He sits down in front of me and folds his legs like mine, our knees touching. We are so close. I wish we were closer. "I'll start." He says. "Why does your dad hate me?"

I shrug. "He hates how society worships celebrities. And dating you just adds to that, I guess. We can work on it."

"Okay." He says, moving his hand to my knee. I shiver. "Fair enough."

"What's your name? You're real one."

He trails his fingers lightly up the span of my thigh and back down again. I feel the need to press myself against him and not let go. "Tobias." He whispers, like a revelation.

I glance up at him. His eyes look lighter than they ever have been before. My fingers tangle themselves into the hem of his t-shirt.

"You can call me that, if you want." He says. "No-I want you to call me that, okay?"

I nod, smiling a little. His arm moves to cup my jaw. "Okay."

"My turn." He says. "Did I hear you say that we're dating?"

My cheeks heat up and I look down at my hands, "Not exactly. Do you want to be?"

He smiles at me. My insides flutter. "Yeah."

I stare at the line of his jaw, not being able to meet his eyes. His hand still rests on my thigh.

"What's your real name?" He asks.

I groan. "No." I say, trying not to smile. "I'm not telling you."

He looks at me expectantly, pulling on the hem of my shirt in jest. "Then strip."

I sigh, "Fine. But don't laugh."

He smiles at me. "I can't promise anything. How bad is it, anyway?"

"Really bad." I frown.

"Well you either tell me or show me your boobs." He grins.

I roll my eyes. "Or I could leave."

"Well that's boring." He says.

"Fine." I huff. "It's Beatrice." I murmur. He snickers. I groan. "It's not funny!"

He runs a hand down his face to hide his smile. "I'm sorry… Beatrice."

He lets out a loud laugh and I push him away from me with both hands. Or I would have, if he hadn't grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

"I hate you," I say, "I really do." We are so close that the air we breathe is the same.

"Your turn." He says huskily, his smile fading into a serious face. He's still holding me against him.

I want to ask him something deep, something meaningful. But I can't will myself to break the playful feeling in the air. So instead I ask him, "What's your favorite color?"

"Blue." His nose touches mine. "My turn." The corners of his mouth lift up into a smile. "What color is your underwear?"

I pull away from him, smiling. "Did I tell you that I hated you?"

"I'm going to try and guess." He grins.

I roll my eyes, "I'm not telling you."

"Red." He teases.

I stare at him and tilt my head to the side, not being able to hide my smile.

"Pink."

I stay silent, willing myself not to laugh.

"Black."

I can't hold it in anymore, I burst out laughing. He does too and watch him. He looks younger, more like his age. I've always thought he seemed older than he actually is. I understand now that events in his childhood caused him to mature too quickly. The thought of being able to break him out of that, even just for a moment, causes my smile to grow even larger.

He brings his face closer to mine and presses me down so I'm laying flat on my back. My face feels hot and my smile fades away. He moves so he's on top of me. I feel my heartbeat in my throat. My nerves are alive with the feeling of him.

"Gray." He utters so quietly that I barely hear him. Our lips are almost brushing.

I can't breathe. I want him more that I know how to express.

"Green." He says, this time bringing his mouth down to meet mine.

Something sparks inside of me. My stomach feels like its on fire and I sigh as his hand brushes my cheek. Moving my lips to meet his, my fingers curl into his hair. His tongue slides into my mouth and I shiver underneath him.

His hands move up and down my sides. Everything in me strains toward his touch. He kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, the underside of my jaw. I sigh, loudly, and feel the curve of his smile on my skin.

"Shut up." I laugh, breathless.

He just shakes his head and kisses my neck. I suddenly understand how Christina moved so fast with Will. I could do this, and so much more, for hours.

His hand moves underneath my shirt and I bite my lip as his fingers brush the skin on my abdomen. I writhe underneath him. His mouth is still working my neck, biting and sucking. I feel like I'm going to burst into flames and turn to liquid all at once.

"We should stop." I croak. No we shouldn't. We should do this forever.

His hands squeeze my sides. I pull him closer by the hem of his shirt "Hmm."

"Tobias…" I protest, placing my hands and pushing him away with little effort. His name feels natural coming out of my mouth. I want to say it over and over again.

He sighs, pulling himself away from me and rolling to the side.

I face him, lying on my side, my head against the pillow. His lips look swollen. I imagine that mine look the same.

I close my eyes as he pulls me closer to him. He smells like he always does: mint and leather. His hands continue to move through my hair. With my cheek against his chest, the sound of his breaths, and the soft comforter pressing against my skin, it's enough to lull me to sleep.

(Tobias POV)

Watching Tris sleep is an out-of-this-world experience. Her body is curled into itself, facing me. We are close, but not so close that we're touching. Her hands are clutched into little fist by her chin and her hair covers half of her face. I want to pull her closer, but I don't know how to without waking her. So instead I just watch, my eyes drinking in every curve, every line, every piece of her. I feel nervous at the news I have to tell her soon. The promotion of my movie starts next week and I have to fly out to L.A. in three days. I also have to act like I'm dating my co-star, which not only blows, but I have no idea how to tell Tris.

My stomach twist into one big giant knot and I can't take it anymore. I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She stirs, eyes fluttering open.

"Hi." She whispers. Her eyes are almost completely gray in this light, like the clouds before a storm.

"Hey." My voice is rough. I don't recognize it.

"Were you watching me sleep?" She teases. "Creepy."

I smile. "Would you like me to stare at the ceiling?"

She pulls herself closer to me, "No. I wish I could watch you sleep."

"You and a million other women." I joke, wrapping my arm around her as her nose presses into my chest. Her hair is soft against my fingers, like silk. "I have to tell you something." I say, more serious than I mean to.

Her head pulls away from my chest and she glances up at me. "What?"

"It's nothing bad. I promise." I say. It's not exactly a lie, though it feels like one.

"What is it, then?"

"I fly out for my movie promo on Wednesday." I say.

She smiles. "That's good, right? You are really excited about this one aren't you?"

I nod, propping my head up on my hand. "Yeah. I am. I'm going to be gone for a few weeks, though. "

"You made this way more dramatic than it needed to be." She laughs.

My stomach is in knots. I can't tell her. She's absolutely amazing, but her temper is so bad I don't know what will happen. She'll probably go off on another rant about me following my publicist blindly. I know that Tris is right. I should stick up for myself and not do shit that I don't want to do, but I just can't seem to stop myself from letting everything take it's course.

I have to pretend to date someone while you're here. The words are easy, but they are stuck in my mouth and won't come out. "I guess I did."

Her phone rings, lighting up on the nightstand on the side she's laying on. She picks it up. "Hello?"

I can't hear the other end of the conversation, but it can't be good. She rolls her eyes and moves into a sitting position.

As soon as she hangs up, she faces me. "That was my mom."

I groan, "You have to leave, don't you?"

She nods, "My attitude was 'unacceptable and I need to apologize to my father'."

I smile lightly, "I'll drive you."

She bites her lip. "She's here. Like in the parking lot."

I must give her a freaked out look because she laughs.

"When she found out about us, she made me give her your address in case you kidnapped me."

I nod, laughing a little. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow?"

She nods. "Yeah." I watch as she gets out of my bed pads to the door. She walks into the hallway and I turn away, smiling to myself.

"Tobias?" I look up. The doorframe divides half of her body.

"Yeah?"

"They're purple." She grins and walks out of the room again.

I roll over in my bed, smiling against the pillow.

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS PART FOREVER I FINALLY GOT TO WRITE IT

if any of you guys are reading my other fics and are mad at me for not updating im so sorry whenever i try to start writing them i fall asleep no joke. i promise i will try to update over break:))

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-Riley