If pain is what you enjoy

#Chapter40 If pain is what you enjoy

/"Gosh, I hate you right now,/" I finish blowing my nose and throw my used tissue in the pile of a hundred tissues playing on my bed.

/"Hey! At least I decided to stay home and take care of you,/" Tristan protests, gently massaging the side of my flushed face with his hand. My head rests comfortably on his arm, as he lies down next to me, with our bodies sharing heat.

/"But you wouldn't have had to stay if you never made us swim at night./" I deadpan.

/"You're pretty when you're mad./" He smiles, trying to change the subject.

/"Don't change the subject./"

/"Okay fine. Will you forgive me?/" He pouts.

/"Only if you say I'm gorgeous not pretty./" I smile.

/"Wow./" He chuckles.