Encore // Tristan & Amara
Tristan’s awkwardness was really sweet. Amara wasn’t used to guys being so timid – besides Blaine, of course. Most boys were straightforward with what they wanted, and she liked their assertiveness, but she couldn't deny that she was flattered by the way that Tristan seemed to get so flustered. She wasn't sure why she'd offered to come to his room, or even what she was going to do when she got there, but she couldn't help herself.
Amara made her way to his room quickly, checking up and down the corridor for anyone who could be watching before she ducked inside, not even bothering to knock. “So…” she smirked, leaning back against the closed door with a soft sigh, “What exactly was it you wanted?”











