Fourtris Now and Forever: Divergent No War

| c h a p t e r 48 |

My eyes slowly flutter open to a kiss so soft and delicate that it could've been imagined. Tobias head looms over mine, his ocean blue eyes melting me.

"Morning," he whispers. I smile up at him and adjust in the covers, moving away from the warmth in the blanket from where I slept all night long. I lay on my side, facing him. A few inches separate us as he pulls away from me and rests his head on his pillow.

In the hazy moments before falling asleep last night, I whispered to Tobias that I loved him. Even though I was so tired when I said it, the memory was as sharp as anything.

A few seconds after, he whispered to me that he loved me too. The three words I was waiting so desperately to hear had rolled off his lips as he help me in his arms. I'm pretty sure they were forgotten to him, but the words might as well be engraved into my brain. I wonder if they meant anything to him in that moment. I hope they did.

I place my hands at the back of his head and slowly lean in for another kiss. It's so gentle, so loving. It gives me chills as I wrap my bare leg over his waist.

His hands press to the small of my back tenderly and determined to close the gap between us even more. The only clothes that separate us are his sweatpants and my-- his-- shirt. The thought daunts me, but sometimes I need a little challenge.

I smile as one of his hands tangles in my hair while the other remains planted on my back. His lips move down, kissing my neck and I sigh.

Slowly, the hand that was on my back goes under the fabric of my shirt. He plants his warm hand on the cold skin of my back. His lips slowly work their way up my neck once again, and then place a succession of slow, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline. Then one on my cheek, another on my forehead.

"I hate to say this," he says, kissing me on the tip of my nose in the middle of his sentence,"but we really have to get ready now."

He plants one last kiss on my lips, then sits up and gets ready.

+ + +

Walking home from work alone felt a little odd, but I guess when you get so used to being with someone, you never notice that you'll miss them for even the most simple things. Apparently, he needed to report some unusual activity to leadership. When I walk inside the door, I slam it closed. I'm dead tired even from just simply staring at the computer screen for the best hours of the day. Sometimes, I wish I chose a more active job. Bud told me that our hours will get decreased after the new influx of initiates comes.

Tobias and I will be training them soon. Just one month from today marks the first day I met Tobias. It also marks the day I abandoned my parents.

I plop on the couch, too tired to even change into more comfortable clothes or shower. I let myself unwind, trying to forget the whole of the day. All the stress from when Tobias lectured me for hitting the wrong button and causing an alarm to go off in the room. He yelled at me today, which is something he has rarely done.

I let all the stress roll off as I unwind, closing my eyes and stretching my arms above me. I yawn very unattractively, almost like a lion roaring in slow motion.

A knock sounds at the door and I groan, heaving myself upward.

"Yeah?" I call out, knowing it's Tobias.

The door creaks open and Tobias stands there, tentative. His figure is more hunched over than his usual strong stance. "Tris," he says, his voice deep. "You have someone who wants to see you."