Everything was a mess, outside in the open world, but right now, in that moment, Tristan could have sworn things were perfect. He had the girl, the lifestyle, he was gorgeous and rich, and nothing could have changed that. Well, unless Acadia woke up one day and hated him.
“Maybe so,” he mumbled, holding her that much tighter against his body. “But I am your man and if we’re going to be going to the next step in the future… then I’ll protect you with my life,” Tristan told her, pushing her hair back out her face and behind her ear. “I swear to you I will.”
A couple of hours later, the pair had finally made it out of bed and downstairs. His mother was working away, so they had the manor to themselves, and the boy had decided he was going to cook and treat his woman to a night. When he saw her on her phone, he arched an eyebrow.
“Something more interesting than a topless guy cooking?” he questioned, refusing to put a shirt on before he came down but just about managing to pull on some jogging bottoms. Just in case his mother did come back, however unlikely it was. “I hope you like pasta anyway.”
Acadia knew she wasn’t normal, not by a long shot. With the life she lived and the path she had decided to take, her life would never be easy or simple. But Tristan, Tristan brought her back down to Earth. He was that light at the end of the tunnel. He gave her hope that maybe, one day, they’d be able to live happily together; married, with kids, all that normal nonsense.
The girl sighed softly at his words. There was that alpha-male, dominant side of him. She should’ve guessed that when war eventually occurred he would be the type to protect her at all costs, but the thought of losing Tristan sent shivers down her spine. Acadia didn’t want that, she didn’t want to lose the man she was falling so hard for.
After spending a large portion of the day cuddled up in bed, somehow the two were able to pull themselves out of the bedroom. Acadia was glad they had the manor to themselves, although she was friendly with Tristan’s mother and got along well with the woman. She followed downstairs, working on some homework she had brought with her before taking a few moments to go on her phone.
“What? Of course I love seeing a topless guy cooking. Especially when that guy is just as handsome as you are.” Acadia complimented, placing her phone down to give Tristan her full attention once more. “And of course I love pasta. It’s one of my favorites, actually.” She mentioned, standing up as she hopped up onto the counter where he was cooking. “Need help with anything? Or should I get started on pouring us that bottle of wine?”
