#tracy-sharp

For the first time in a year, Tris genuinely felt happy. His heart was warmed inside his chest and his mind buzzed with inner conflicts and unanswered questions. But there was one question he had the answer to and that was all he cared about. Tracy loved him and he loved her. Even after his change, after all the fights, the insults, the torturing, the arguments, and the heartbreak, she was still his Trace, and she always would be. Holding her hand tightly in his, Tristan helped her out of his truck and into his house, immediately pressing her against the door and capturing her lips in a passionate, longing kiss. It felt as if no time had passed between them and he lifted her up, never breaking the kiss as he carried her to his bedroom, placing her gently on his bed and hovering over her, pulling away briefly. "This is okay, right? I don't want to pressure you, Trace." Tris asked before, eagerly, he leaned in again and started trailing kisses down her neck and collar bone, his hands rubbing up and down her thighs slowly.

A million thoughts were running through Tris' mind as he searched for a clean shirt among the ones that littered his bedroom floor. Ripping open a drawer, a frustrated groan rumbled from his throat. "Of course." A single, white button-down shirt remained in the drawer and Tris reluctantly pulled it out, pairing it with black jeans, combat boots, and the gray shirt he had worn the day before. He intentionally left it unbuttoned and untucked, grumbling about the color as he shrugged on his leather jacket over it. The truth of the matter was, Tristan hadn't planned on asking Tracy to join him on his trip tonight. She didn't know it yet, but the place he was taking her could be called the underworld on earth. A twinge of regret twisted in Tris' stomach, but he shrugged it off. Why should he care about the welfare of Trace? She certainly didn't care about his anymore. Sliding into his car, the darker angel rolled his eyes at his own emotion and scoffed. "This should be fun." It was an empty comment, no amusement lacing his voice as he began his trip down the familiar roads to Tracy's house. Despite how long it had been since he had been there, Tristan came to a stop without hesitation in front of the Sharp residence and honked loudly, chuckling when several lights flicked on in houses and the car's alarm in front of him began to blare. He waited patiently, the typical confident smirk returning to his face while he waited for her to join him.