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Poppy

I breathed out slowly, killing time whilst I thought of a question. Tristan's beautiful orbs held my eye contact, freezing me in place as he saw right through all the walls I had built around myself. My heart was thumping in my chest and I felt almost sorry for him for a moment. This probably wasn't how he wanted his soulfinder to turn out to be.

'Where do you come from?'

I cursed myself silently as I realised what a crap question that was.

Tristan smirked, 'Colorado, America. That's where I lived for the past year.'

My eyes filled with confusion and I was about to start on my next question when Tristan piped up again.

'So why can't you sleep?' He questioned me.

I considered lying, but remembering how he had only known me for a couple of days and had already realised I couldn't lie I didn't want to risk it. I glanced down at the ground, deliberating. I decided to just come out with it.

'I have bad dreams.'

I looked up to see him staring at me, with concern etched all over his face. 'I know. You were asleep for about half an hour the night of the ball. You didn't spend one second still in the bed and you were talking the whole time.'

'So why did you ask me then?' I frowned at him.

He began to grin at me again, making me feel considerably more irritated. 'Is that your question?'

I sighed, swallowing my anger, knowing if I did anything rash it would just rebound against me. 'No. Where did you live before last year?'

'Before I moved in with the Benedicts I moved from foster family to foster family. I have lived in San Francisco, Phoenix, Austin, Washington, Nashville, Chicago, Kansas City, Richmond ...' He grinned at me as he trailed off, 'Do I need to continue?'

I smirked at him, realising his mistake. 'Nope. Okay, my turn again.'

He slapped a hand to his forehead and grinned at me.

'So what happened to your family?' I swallowed my smile, realising this would be a painful subject, but to my surprise he just shrugged his shoulders.

'Never knew them, my Mum died in childbirth and my Dad was killed in a car accident just after I was born, in a car accident. I never had any brothers or sisters.' He thought for a moment. 'What are your dreams about?'

I was regretting agreeing to this game.

Tristan was being painfully honest however, so I decided to tell him the truth.

'They vary. Some are about my Dad, some about my friend.'

I didn't want to tell him the whole truth though, and he decided not to push it any further.

'So why have you lived in so many places?' I asked him.

'I was never allowed to tell my families that I was a savant, never allowed to use it to explain fights I had been in and other dangerous situations. I was forbidden by The savant net, to protect us. They believed that if I ever managed to stay with a family for 5 years or more then I could reveal my secret. That never happened of course.' raising his eye level to mine, he looked pleased at my state of engrossment in his story and continued, 'I never dreamed in a million years that I would end up living in a houseful of the savant net. I hated them so much.'

I realised that I was letting too much of myself go in this conversation and immediately crossed my arms over my chest, frowning in his direction.

He only grinned at me, knowing how much of an affect he was taking on me. 'How long have you danced for?'

This was a topic I was well versed, on account of being asked by various people in my life. I had already come up with a suitable cover story.

'I've been dancing for about 9 years. My mum signed me up to ballet classes when I was 7, but I didn't like the strictness so I joined a contemporary dance group in Manchester, when we lived there, when I was 10.'

He looked amused, 'You know, I don't think I've ever heard you say that much in one before.'

I scoffed, 'Ugh, my turn. How long do I have to play this for?'

'Until someone lies,' He grinned at me. 'My turn again.'

I was suddenly aware of how close we were sitting, facing each other, and began to become worried as a wicked expression grew on his face.

I should definitely not have agreed to this game.

He lowered his voice and captured my eye contact once more as he leaned his head closer to mine. 'Do you want to kiss me again?'

I gulped. If I was being honest, I hadn't really thought about it, trying pretty hard to push the whole first experience from my mind. Unfortunately with his question came the memory and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, wishing that he had never lit up the park.

I was stuck.

'No.' My voice came out raggedly as I breathed in his intoxicating scent and blinked, looking down at the ground in despair and twiddling my earring in my ear.

I felt Tristan move, but didn't dare look up as I heard his voice whisper in my ear.

'Liar.'

Nothing happened for a few seconds and so I snapped my eyes back up to his face, not surprised to find him looking right at me, his lips a couple of inches from mine. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled my head gently towards his, his hot breath against my lips, my eyes closing instinctively, readying myself for the surge of feelings I knew I was about to experience.

The worst thing was that I couldn't even complain, or move away. He had caught me out.

I wanted to kiss him.