CHAPTER 45: WOKE UP ON HIS BED

Andria’s POV

"You can’t leave now, it’s not safe, Aria," Damon spoke up from behind Tristan.

Tristan moved forward, causing me to move backwards, and soon we three were in the room.

"I know I was out of character earlier today, but I don’t..." Damon paused to look at Tristan, "We don’t want you getting the wrong idea."

"Then make me see the right idea." I retorted

"Aria, as the day grew darker and you were not back, we started worrying about you. We almost wanted to track your scent, to know if you were in danger, knowing the last place you were in was the duel hall with Zade," Damon explained.

And I felt my anger melt away. This is more like an apology and not a defense or a deflection. With words like that, I could consider spending the night here.

But I didn’t want to stay in any of their rooms, so I came up with a suggestion. "On one condition," I said, glancing over at Damon.

Seeing that my attention drifted over to Damon, Tristan shot a jealous look at Damon.

"Spill your conditions, and we will try to stick to them," Damon answered, shooting me a flirtatious grin.

"I don’t want to stay in anyone’s room. I will sleep on the sofa in the living room," I replied, rolling my eyes at Tristan, before looking at Damon once again.

Tristan gritted his teeth, causing his jaw to make a particular weird movement. He was visibly angry, his hands curling into a fist as he stared at me longingly.

"Your wish is our command," Damon said, with an exaggerated bow.

"That means you have to get your things out of my room and into the living room," Tristan said, averting his gaze from me and heading towards the bathroom.

"If that’s what you want, of course I would comply, besides my things are already in my box and unpacking it will be a hectic work. The only dress I’m willing to unpack now is my uniform."

"You can take your things to my room," Damon offered, taking my box from my hand.

"I suggest you leave my room now," Tristan growled before getting into the bathroom.

I left his room and went to the living room. Aven had retired to bed, so the living room was empty and quiet, good enough to rest my head and cool off from the day’s events.

And I, as I got lost in my head thinking of how perfect life would have been if I knew my family and if my family were high-ranking werewolves, I drifted off to sleep on the soft couch.

I woke up the next morning on a bed that felt familiar. I could smell his cologne, and I could feel his aura even before he stepped into the room.

"What am I doing in your room, Tristan?" I said, looking all over me to know if something was amiss. Glancing in the mirror to the right, I didn’t see anything, resembling a mark and that made my racing mind relaxed.

"Calm down, not like I would mark an unconscious body anyway, I’m not a necromancer," Tristan teased.

Okay, Mr Mean is back to being charming. How sweet.

"You mean like you brought me to your room without my consent?" I said, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"You didn’t look so comfortable on the couch, and besides, it was cold, so I figured my warmth would do the magic. So I..." Tristan started to explain before I cut him off.

"So you did what?" The feeling that he could have wrapped his hands around me in a cuddle while I slept sent tingly sensations all over my body.

"So I brought you to my room, since no one cared and wrapped my bare body around you. Guess what you did?" He asked with a cunny smirk gracing his lips.

"You wrapped your hands around my body, too." His eyes glistened with excitement as he said the words.

No, that can’t be true, I felt a little bit of shame overcome me. "No, that’s a lie, I must have thought you were a throw pillow," I said in my defense, and that just made him laugh harder.

"You mean a throw pillow as hard as my back? I find it amusing that my back was a pillow to you." he paused, then climbed the bed, almost close to me.

"It was a miracle that I didn’t mark you last night," he whispered into my ear.

I was frozen to the spot, his words evoking some feelings I never wanted to admit after what he did yesterday.

He looked at my face. I could tell he knew I was struggling with his whole presence. "I was kidding, now loosen up," he said, bursting out in annoying laughter.

"You should see the look on your face, Aria...., Priceless", he continued, raising his palm and pinching his index finger with the thumb as a gesture for priceless.

I frowned, bawling my hands into a fist. I was sure with the look on my face, I could have killed him if it were a weapon.

"So what happened, if all you were saying was a prank?"

" Well, some parts were true, like the part where you were cold and I needed to bring you to my room. Just that I didn’t cover you with my body but with the duvet you woke up in," he chuckled as he revealed.

I hated that he was reveling in this moment, and I wanted to wipe off that dirty smirk from his face with a slap.

"Where did you sleep?" I fired the question at him.

"If you must know, I replaced you on the couch," he said with a shrug, before sliding beside me.

"Ok, I’m off to bath, there is school today," I hopped out of bed, before remembering that my suitcase was with Damon.

"Shoot," I exclaimed, pointing two of my fingers towards Tristan. "My suitcase is at Damon’s." I sighed as I made my way to the door.

"Do you want me to help you pick it up?" Tristan offered.

"No, but thanks for asking," I dashed out of his room to Damon’s room. I tapped lightly and then twisted the doorknob.

The door was unexpectedly open, and I walked in.

"I could feel you come in," Damon’s voice rang from the bathroom. "Aria, you came for your box?"

"Of course," I replied to him sarcastically, "I’m going to be late to classes if I continue staying in this place," I murmured to myself.

"You didn’t sleep on the couch like you demanded you wanted to." There was an edge to Damon’s voice; I could tell he wasn’t asking a question, he already knew the answers.

"Yes, I didn’t, but that wasn’t on my own accord. I slept off on the couch and woke up on Tristan’s bed," I explained.

Damon let out a low growl, and soon he was out of the bathroom, gracing me with his finely toned and cut body.

The scent of aftershave and shower filled my nostrils, consuming me with desire.

"And now you came to my room to pick up your suitcase to return to..." he paused and then followed my gaze.

I was staring at his body, lost in it. "You like what you see, huh?" Damon scoffed.