The Truth Game | Trislana | Private
Lana had fallen asleep late last night. It was due to excitement. She wasn’t used to going on holiday with a guy who wasn’t her brother. It was a new experience for her and couldn’t believe that her mother actually allowed her to go to Costa Rica. The Scottish princess thought she would hear objections, but nothing like that happened.
She was awoken by Tristan’s voice and the kiss he placed on her neck. “Is it morning already?” , she asked getting up, rubbing her eyes. Lana was never one of those people who were grumpy in the mornings and she didn’t really need coffee to wake up. It seemed like it never worked on her. Instead, she preferred to drink tea. It was her favourite. “How long have you been waiting for me to wake up? You should have woken me up.” Nodding a couple of times, she pushed aside the blanket and got out of bed. Lana quickly tiptoed to the closet and pulled out possible choices of swimwear clothing. She put them on the bed and looked up at Tristan. “What do you think? And don’t stare at my hair too much. It’s not straighten yet.” , running her hands to her hair, Lana touched her curly blond locks and sighed. “My hair looks like it’s made of noodles.” , she laughed and sat down on the bed next to Tristan.
Tristan gave a soft laugh and shrugged. "Just a little bit. You needed sleep though, so I didn't bother you. Besides, you looked pretty peaceful. I wasn't going to ruin that." He said, a soft smile appearing on his lips as he watched her get up and move around. He got up and fixed the bed a bit, he didn't want house keeping in there for a while, he didn't want them to disturb him and Lana. He looked at the suits she put on the bed and laughed at her comment. He looked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. Pressing a small peck to her lips he smiled. "I think you look beautiful even with noodle hair." He said giving her a wink before looking at the suits again. "What about that one?" he asked and pointed to one of them.