Chapter 26
The Confession

That means he trusts me. And that makes me happy.

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I have to be careful with what I ask him. I can tell this is a sensitive subject for him. I'm afraid that if I ask a lot of questions, he might think I'm pushing him.

"Why would you do that?" I ask.

He looks me straight in the eye and sighs. He places the laptop on the floor, in between our legs and pushes his knees up to his chest. With his elbows on top of his knees, he looks to the wall across from us.

"My mother died when I was nine." He tells. "And after that, my father was never the same man."

I wanted to say I'm sorry, and ask him what changed about his father, how did they deal with his mother's death, but I force myself to keep my mouth shut. I have to have boundaries in what comes to my curiosity. Specially with Four. If he wants me to know, he will tell me. I won't need to ask... I hope.

"He already drank, and he started to drink way more and more often. When he was out of the house, I was fine. But..." He trailed off and shook his head. "You know what, forget it. You don't need to hear me ramble about... This." He said and picked up his laptop from the floor.

I place my hand on the laptop. Not to take it away from him, but to make him stop. And he does.

I place my other hand, shaking, below his chin and turn his face slowly. "Look at me." I say softly. "I want to hear it."

His deep blue eyes burn mine as the fire burns paper. He places the computer on the floor again and takes my hand from his face, holding it. His hand is rough but warm. His fingers slide to the space between mine and we close our hands, our fingers lacing with each other's. The feeling of his hand against mine, made my blood rush off to my cheeks, turning quickly into electricity, making me want to do something bold.

I move and sit closer to him. So close our legs and sides touch. I lean my head against his shoulder and say, "I do."

"When he was out fo the house, I was fine." He repeats, his thumb toying with the back of my palm. "But, when he came home... It... It was a nightmare." He tells me. This is not easy for him, I can tell. His voice is shaking and his palm is sweating. "He wasn't the man I knew. On the outside, he was the same, nothing changed besides his red face. But in the inside... I didn't know who he was anymore. He wasn't my father. He was a... Repulsive and disgusting man who I lived with."

I squeeze his hand gently, letting him know I'm here for him and for whatever he needs.

"Until you came here." I say.

"Until I came here." He says. "He wanted me to drop out of school and work. He was going to make me work for his own happiness. So that he wouldn't have to do a thing but drink. I was fed up. So, I gathered what was left of my strength and ran away." He concluded and leaned his head against mine.

I could feel the tension in his body, in his shoulders. I passed my hand up and down his arm for a few times before asking what I wanted to be the last question about this theme.

"Earlier, you said you would like it if you stayed at home. Was that true?"

"It was. I was forced to run. I didn't want to. But it was the only option I had left. He blamed me for my mother's death. If she hadn't died, I could be at home, living the life I had before. Before him." He says. "But that doesn't matter now. I'm happy here. I have a new name, new friends, you."

My body froze at the word you. And he noticed that, because he squeezed my hand.

I look at the window, and I can't see the moon. The room was dark, and the only source of light there was, was the screen of the laptop. The window was slightly opened, and the curtain was fluttering with the breeze that came from the outside.

The weather outside wasn't warm. It was fall appropriated. Chilled, but not cold. But in here, it was everything except chilled. I was hot. I could feel the heat coming out of my body. I was with a t-shirt, but I felt like I had a winter sweater on top of me.

Four chuckles, and I remove my head from his shoulders to look at him.

"What are you laughing about?" I ask.

He looks at me with kind eyes and smiles.

"You're funny to watch." He says.

I return a small smile to him. "Thank you."

"And to talk to."

"Oh?" I say and look down in embarrassment, trying not to blush. But when I look down the only thing I can see is our hands together in one, and blush more than I think I've ever blushed.

He lets go off my hand and I look at him, wondering if I said something wrong. But he is smirking at me with a gleam in his eyes. He leans towards me and his face comes closer to mine, and he places one of his hands next to my legs, for support. He whispers near my ear, "If I remember well, you haven't been kissed, right?"

I try to say something back at me, try to answer, but my voice doesn't seem to be cooperating with me. I can't help but wonder, how does it feel to be kissed. How's the feeling of having someone's lips on mine. His lips on mine. I end up nodding my head yes, since my voice is as shocked as I am.

"Then," He says and places his hand below my chin. He turns my face to his and continues, "I hope you don't get mad at me, by being the first one to do so."

Before I can even blink, his lips are on mine. After I recover from the initial shock, I make one of my hands travel up his neck, into his hair, while the other is on his in his chest. His hair is slightly damp. It seems I was not the only one nervous in this room. He deepens the kiss and places the hand that was previously on my chin, in my back.

When we pull apart, we are both panting. He licks his lips, like he is ready for a next round and I shyly smile.

He smiles back, leans his back against the bed and holds my hand again.

"I like you, Tris." He admits. "For quite a long time, actually."

My heart is pounding hard against my chest. So hard, I can almost hear it.

Four looks at me waiting for a reaction, or an answer. And this time, I'm the one who kisses him. I lean and smash my lips onto his. He kisses me back passionately and our tongues dance slowly with eachother. I pull apart and our forehead touch.

"I like you too, Four." I murmur.

"Tobias." He corrects me.

"Tobias." I repeat smiling and kiss him once again.

I hope you liked it! Fourtris yay! 4

I'll now give you the time you need to fangirl about the kiss.

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