TRINITY
I wouldn't be surprised if Lizzy knew everything. I would be surprised if she didn't have any ideas about what happened to us here.
My face heats up because we have a few days before everything is over, which terrifies me.
Be mine. That's what I don't understand, or maybe I understand a little bit. Would he be mine too?
I overreacted.
I know it because I don't expect him to say that, and my stupid mind says no while my heart is beating wildly out of joy. But it's too late before I even realize what it means.
"What did you just say, Bash? Who are you talking to?" I demand an answer.
We agreed not to tell everyone about what happened between us this whole weekend. I just don't want things to get awkward between us when things are over.
He sighs deeply. "Tri, let me explain."
"Answer the damn question!" I demand it again.
His shoulders droop, ending the call and slipping both hands into his jeans pockets. "I was talking to Lizzy, okay? I-"
I raise my hand for him to stop, and his mouth slacks. I walk away, and I don't want to hear answers anymore. It's been clear that I can't trust him.
I don't want to know whatever his reasons for telling his sister.
And he just broke our deal.
Simple things he can't keep secrets, what more a complicated one.
I am planning on talking to him to accept the offer to be with him or whatever Be Mine means. I love him so much that it hurts, but he just breaks my trust.
I am going to apologize for yelling at him. I am planning on kissing him under the moonlight, but it's not going to happen. Ever.
I sit on the stool in the modern kitchen of his friend's house.
This is the only part of the house that has been renovated with a modern design. I drink the cold bottled water I took from the fridge. Whenever I feel upset, I drink water instead of getting drunk because alcohol and I don't mix.
And I don't find answers at the bottom of the bottle.
I hear footsteps approaching, and I know who's that without bothering to check. We're the only two persons left in this hanok.
"Trinity, please give me a chance to explain-"
I hold my hand up to stop him over again. I shift my body to face him. He looks so sad, and it breaks my heart to see him like this.
"C'mere," I tell him quietly.
He walks slowly but cautiously.
I raise my hands to touch his broad chest. I spread my knees for him to get closer to me. I wrap my arms around his waist and press my chest on his well-defined abs. I plant a kiss on his chest, then I press my ear against it, inhaling his scent- it's a mix of him and his cologne.
His heart is beating fast. I close my eyes to just listen to it for a few seconds. I feel his arms wrapping around me, hugging me tightly.
I hear him sigh, placing his chin on top of my head.
"I love you, Trinity."
I feel lightheaded.
My eyes are blurry and dumped with tears.
I don't even realize that my body is shaking. I burst into a cry. Either Bash means he loves me as a friend. I really don't care right now. Hearing him say he loves is enough. Bash won't just say it if he doesn't mean it. I know him well.
He hugs me tighter, even more, shushing me to stop crying.
I sob, and I even hiccup. He says some sweet nothings.
The last thing I heard was those words when Dad was shot and admitted to the hospital. I've cried to sleep at night, and I was thankful Bash was there to make me fall asleep.
"I love you, Trinity, and I mean it. I love you as my best friend."
I stiffen, and my heart stops. My breathing holds in my lungs, and my world vanishes.
"I love you more than that too. I loved you since I learned to love other than my family, and I didn't realize that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I was also broken when I pushed you away, but I was stubborn until it was already too late. I love you so much, Trinity."
I pull myself away from him. I release my breath slowly and make sure that I hear it right. Then I slowly lift my gaze to look up at him. I meet the most beautiful gray eyes that sparkle with happiness.
He smiles down at me, a little smile enough for me to know that he means every word he says.
Without a word, I grab his head and kiss his lips with all my heart and soul. I kiss him as I miss years of our lives away from each other.
He kisses me back as if our lives depend on it. I press myself into him, but it's not enough.
I moan when he slips his tongue easily into my mouth. I grab his ass to press against me while he makes himself busy touching my back, sliding his hands up until my shirt flies above my head. That's the only chance I can gasp for air. In an instant, his lips are back on mine.
"Wait." He pauses, and I slip off his shirt in a second, then we start kissing again. His hands travel down from my bottom to my waist, then to my exposed skin. He unlatches my bra while I'm busy with my own exploration until I reach the fly of his jeans.
"Wrap your legs around me," he says between pants, and I do without hesitation. In seconds, I'm sitting on top of the kitchen island.
"Are you sure we're gonna do it here?" I ask with doubt.
"This is the best place." He smirks.
"But-"
"No more but. Now, lie down."
I stop.