(𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊)

Kate and I had moved into the manor, she slept three rooms down from mine and I'd make sure to check up on her every now and then.

We had to spend a long time explaining what was going on to my mother, and she eventually broke down, tears streaming down her cheeks as if she was to blame for my father's rash choice.

She felt guilty for some reason, she takes Katelyn everywhere and wants them to get back the time they missed or something along those lines.

My father and I haven't spoken, we lived under the same roof and all we ever say is a daily greeting of good morning.

Nevertheless, my grandfather wasn't too happy I moved in with the traitor. But I had to, it was the only way he'd accept Katelyn.

"Good morning," my dad speaks then he takes a seat at the dining table, he sits at the head of the table just like when I was younger.

"Morning," I reply, a dull expression on my face as I text Joshua.

"No phones at the table please," my mom says, I quickly send the last message before pushing the off button on my phone.

Before glancing up at everyone, I set my phone on the table screen down.

Orange juice, toasted bread, and a serving of scrambled eggs were served to me.

The difference between my family and Olivia's is that her parents actually cook their food.

They seem to enjoy it and they put their heart into making a nutritious meal for their kid.

While my parents hire chefs to make everything for them since they're so busy. Olivia's parent's house isn't even as big as my father's, and he works for them.

If this doesn't show where his priorities are, I don't know what will.

"Thank you," I express. She nods giving me a small smile before returning to the kitchen.

"Looks like someone learned manners being away for three years," my father states.

I don't respond since, as I previously stated, I don't have to speak to him unless absolutely necessary, and I won't have to speak to him until the weather clears up.

For once in Greendale, the weather is chilly, and don't get me wrong, knowing Coach, he'll still teach, he doesn't care if you freeze to death, there's always practise once your feet move.

But he doesn't need to know I'll be back until the next semester, and if I'm lucky, my father won't either.

I quickly push my thoughts to the back of my head before engaging in the conversation.

"Katelyn can go to school with Tristan next semester," my mom says, wiping her lips with a napkin.

"Actually, I'm not in college," she expresses.

My dad's brows furrow and the clink of his fork sounds through the room after he drops it onto his plate.

"What do you mean?" he questions, his expression the same as before. She fumbles a bit with the food in front of her before parting her lips to speak.

"I wasn't in college back in New York, I wouldn't exactly know what major to pick," Kate expresses.

My mother rests her hand on Katelyn's shoulder as a reassuring gesture, "It's okay, we'll work it out with time," she says, finishing with a small smile.

"You could also try out a sport,"

"Dad," I speak, rolling my eyes to his comment.

"What?" He shrugs. "It could be a good thing,"

"Sure," I mutter, shaking my head.

Upon finishing breakfast, I stand from my seat before taking up the plate.

"What are you doing?" He questions.

"Taking the plate to the kitchen," I retort.

"No need, just leave it there,"

"Whatever," I shrug, not daring to pick an argument with an inconsiderate individual such as my father. I place the plate back onto the table before excusing myself.

"Where are you going?" my mom asks with a slight rise of her left brow.

"To Olivia's,"

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"I'm going to spoon out my eyeballs if I have to do breakfast with my parents again," I say as I shut the door behind me.

I hear a small commotion coming from the bed which causes me to gaze up at Olivia. Her blanket covers her entire body, and her hands grip it tightly.

"What are you doing here?" She inquires, her brows furrow in surprise.

"I texted you fifteen minutes ago that I was coming over," I say as I take a few steps closer to her bed.

I notice the small beads of sweat on her head, the slight arch of her legs and the excessive rising of her chest.

In an attempt to sit up, a small spot on the blanket unravels, revealing her bare thigh, just then it occurs to me.

"Move your blanket," I tell her in a curious tone. 

She shakes her head quietly, I get onto the bed before carefully moving her legs apart causing them to fall around my thighs.

She lets go of the blanket revealing the white cropped tank top that covers her chest. Her nipples are visible through the thin cloth, and I can't stop a little smile from forming on my lips.

I run my thumb down her abdomen, taking little and quick breaths from her before coming to a halt at her bare waist.

I gaze up at her and her head is thrown back against her pillows, I place a gentle kiss on her neck. "Let me help," I mutter and she nods timidly.

I trail soft kisses down her neck, watching as her breath gets caught in her throat.

I slowly slide the blanket down her bare thighs, moving my thumb down lower before massaging little circles on her clit.

A little gasp escapes her lips, and I slide my finger inside of her.

I plant light kisses on her neck once again, slowly bringing my finger out before thrusting it back in.

Her fingers work their way into my hair, pulling on the dark strands.

I quicken the motion of my finger, and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, sounding a muffled moan.

I brush my lips against her neck as she shuts her eyes tightly. "You're so goddamn beautiful," I mutter.

 I slide another finger inside, causing her to faintly moan and her fingers to tighten around my hair.

I lay kisses down her neck before moving them lower, I kiss her hard nipples through her shirt and watch her chest rise as she pants for air.

Fuck.

Her hips grind against my fingers and her lips part further allowing a loud moan to pass through them.

I match her hips' rhythm with my fingers, then increase the speed of my thumb against her clit. She clutches my hair harder as her sweet moans fill my ears.

She kisses my lips before biting my bottom lip. I groan lowly and thrust my fingers deep. She lets out a loud gasp, and I feel her grip tighten around my fingers.

Her back arches slightly off the bed, and she jerks her hips against my fingers even more.

"Tristan I-"

"I know," I mutter, as I continue to rub little circles on her clit and reduce my speed as she cums onto my fingers.

Her pants fill my ear and I feel her gradually release my hair before opening her eyes.

"Please tell me my parents aren't downstairs," she mumbles.

I chuckle lightly before sliding my fingers out, "Don't worry I was the only person who heard how good I made you feel," 

A rosy tint of pink covers her cheek, I give her a quick kiss then get off of the bed allowing her to dress. 

"Was that your first time?" I question.

"No," she mutters, getting off the bed with her blanket wrapped around her waist before walking into her closet.

"Okay, let me rephrase," I say. "Was that your first time by another person?"

"Changing the topic now," 

"Come on, tell me," I plead.

"No," she mutters. She walks out dressed in a shorts and the same white tank top, this time with a bra.

"Is that the answer?" I question as she walks over to me running her fingers through her messy hair.

She wraps her arms around my neck, "No it's not the answer," she tip toes before reaching my lips, I kiss her back completley taking in her taste.

I pull away, "So the answer is yes?" I question and she rolls her eyes in annoyance.

"Shut up,"

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𝗼𝗼. ⁞ 𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

Hey guys, that concludes chapter thirty-four, that was my first time writing one of those scenes so, if it's crap, let me know, also so sorry I forgot to post on Thursday so here we are on Sunday. I really do hope that you liked this chapter. Chapter thirty-five coming soon.

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