There was no way to even picture what life was like for him.
And I was positive I didn’t want to anyway.
A light tapping on my window grabbed my attention; I flopped my head to the side to make out Tristan’s face through the glass. My light was on, so he was mostly a dark shadow until he pressed his face directly against the glass. I smiled at him weakly and tried to pull myself into a standing position.
I failed.
He pointed a commanding finger at me and then flashed a boyish grin. I sighed, because I really didn’t want to move, but I knew I was going to; I dragged my body off the bed.
I was a hot mess tonight. I was still in my baggy Mead High sweatpants that Piper and I swiped from the boys’ basketball team last year, and a black athletic tank top.
My katanas were thrown haphazardly on the floor along with a few daggers I’d been working with. The blades looked decidedly out of place among the piles of dirty clothes and random stacks of books. Actually, the middle of my floor looked insanely booby-trapped.
I decided to keep it that way.
Carefully stepping over the death trap of sabers, I trudged to the window and opened it to the cool spring night. The weather was heating up, and the nighttime temperatures usually hovered around the high sixties, the perfect temperature for nighttime.
I half crawled, half flung my body onto the roof and then immediately cuddled up next to Tristan. He glanced down at me just long enough to drop a kiss on the top of my still sweat-soaked head.
“Rough night?” he asked, clearly enjoying himself.
“Did you know that Jupiter’s like, a thousand years old?” I struggled to sit up straight and pull my hair back into a better pony tail. It was easy because it was so sopping wet with sweat.
Tristan chuckled. “I had no idea.”
“I swear to you, it’s like the older he gets the meaner he gets.”
“He must have a good multivitamin.”
“Don’t joke,” I groaned. “He kicked my ass all over the place tonight. It wasn’t even a competition.” My head flopped over of its own accord and landed on Tristan’s shoulder.
“It will come, Stel,” he promised and in that moment I needed to hear his encouragement. My soul drank his words like water straight from a mountain spring.
“I needed to hear that,” I whispered.
He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against his firm side. He was so familiar, so natural that I just fit against him without even questioning it. My senses filled with him, like they always did- his masculine scent, his ripply muscles, the way he draped his arm across me. He brushed the tips of his fingers up and down the sensitive part of my side like he had done a thousand times before.
Tristan was everything I had loved my entire life. We fit together easily, understood each other above all else, and could speak with just glancing at each other.
He was the only thing I grew up knowing I wanted- more than the Protectorship that I was born to inherit, more than the safety of this planet that I was always afraid I wouldn’t be able to maintain, and more than the obscure future with a Warrior I hadn’t met until recently. Tristan occupied a place in my heart that held past, present and future.
So what part of my heart did Seth hold?
Or was it all his?
Was Tristan merely a rebellious delusion, a last desperate grab for something in my life that I could control when every other independent element had been taken from me?
“Ready for prom?” he asked in a rumbly, relaxed voice.
I was relaxed too. We hadn’t done this in a while. It was nice to be next to him, gazing up at the Stars, like we had done most of our childhood.
“I guess,” I smiled. “I have the dress and shoes. I’m prepared to spend all Saturday shaving my legs and plucking my eyebrows. So, yeah, as ready as I can be.”
“It takes you all day to…. shave?” he asked, obviously uncomfortable.
“Um, hello? I’m a girl. Yes, it takes me all day to shave. Besides, I feel like it should- like it’s part of the pre-prom ritual or something.”
“And the, uh, plucking?” Tristan sounded really uncomfortable but a huge part of me didn’t want to put him out of his misery.
I sighed, “Honestly, I’m not born with these eyebrows. Plus, I need to paint my toenails and there is other stuff to do. I was just saying, Saturday is going to be a full day of primping.”
“Huh,” he grunted. “It’s weird to me that you have to shave. Sometimes I forget you do normal things like that. Sometimes you’re just this incredible, out of reach Star to me.”
“All Stars grow hair when they’re in their human form,” I explained quickly. He was making me feel like an alien. “We’re very human-like in this form. Our bodies function the same way humans do until we light up. What’s weird to me is that when I turn into a human light bulb you barely bat an eye, but the second I tell you I shave my legs you act like it’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen.”
“It’s just hard to believe, that’s all,” he said through a grin.
I decided it was better to just change the subject. “The point is, I’m ready for Saturday.”
“Me too,” he agreed, but something had changed in his voice. Goose bumps pebbled across my forearms and chest. “I’ve been ready for a long time.”
I cuddled closer to him and let out a soul-deep sigh. I had been waiting for this for a long time too.
But then he cleared his throat and I felt his body go tense. I recognized this as Tristan preparing for a serious conversation but when I tried to sit up to meet him eye to eye he just held me against his side.
“The thing is…. Um, I mean to talk to you about this sooner, but do you mind if we drive ourselves?”
“I don’t mind,” I assured him. “But why? Piper might be pissed off about it, but hopefully she’ll eventually forgive me.”
“She’s actually the reason,” he groaned. “She’s still mad at me for that whole lunch thing. “
“I know,” I tried for sympathy but didn’t exactly reach it. The two had been fighting for as long as I could remember and I was mostly over it by this point. “You should talk to her. You guys need to work this out.”
“I thought of a better solution,” he grinned down at me.
“She’s not going anywhere,” I argued quickly. “I’m not getting rid of her so stop asking.”
“I didn’t ask!” He said defensively and then added, “You didn’t give me the chance.”
I laughed despite myself and then wrapped my arms around his middle. “Please try to get along with her. I love her too.”
He made a noncommittal grunting noise but didn’t say no. I tilted my face up and kissed the underside of his jaw because I knew he would make an effort with Piper- for me he would make an effort.
He looked down at me and even in the darkness I could see how his eyes changed- deepened, darkened…. became something so indescribable and consuming I lost my breath.
We stayed like that for endless moments, until I knew he would kiss me, until there was nothing else left but for him to kiss me.
We both leaned forward until there was only a moment between us. My stomach erupted with butterflies and my skin tingled with anticipation. This was it. I had waited for this moment my entire life. Tristan closed his eyes. I closed my eyes. I felt the whisper of his lips against mine.
Suddenly a deafening rush of air exploded around us, and behind our closed lids the sky illuminated in the brightest, hottest light. I immediately threw my body over Tristan’s and screamed for him to keep his eyes closed.
The boom of landing hit three times and then nothing. The lights were extinguished and the nighttime resumed.
“Oh, no,” I groaned. My breathing was extremely elevated and my body was awkwardly thrown over Tristan’s as he lay splayed out on my roof. The shingles were rough under my hands but still intact as I pushed into sitting. “You have to go.”