CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

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JORDAN'S POV

Tristan's kisses started to trail down my jawline and to my neck. I moaned in pleasure. I wish this could last forever.

I snapped into reality and pushed him back. "What time is it?"

"Eight." He whispered into my ear, then sucked on my earlobe.

"We should probably go back inside. Your parents must be worried."

"It's fine." He whispered again as his hands traveled to my butt.

"Tristan, we can do this when we leave, okay?" I pushed him off of me again, although I absolutely did not want to.

He nodded and grabbed my hand in his, entwining out fingers together. With my other hand, I wiped the lipstick off of his mouth, giggling at how goofy he looked.

We continued to walk on the pathway to the house. That's when I felt a pair of eyes on us.

I turned around to the noisy traffic sitting in front of the mansion to see Jason's car. I gasped when our eyes met. I could see Ryan trying to calm him down.

"What are you doing? Come on." Tristan pulled me close, without even noticing.

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