from its sexual high.
Tristan lifted the sheet up slightly, hooking his free arm around my waist to pull me against him and turned us so he was now on his back and I rested against his side. The sheet fell on us once more, draping our bodies perfectly when it usually felt too small to cover me during the chilled nights.
It felt nice to be in his arms. To feel his muscles and the security his protective hold brought me. I'd missed his scent, the way he'd combine various colognes to leave you in a guessing game with your nose, and just his presence was making me emotional all over again.
If not for Tristan's quiet shushes and words of reassurance that everything would be okay, I would have never realized I was crying.
"I'm right here, Princess," he whispered and kissed my cheek. "I won't go anywhere. Just let it all out and let me comfort you."
My unexpected cellmate was a blessing in disguise.
Add Three More To The Equation
"Having a quick shower by myself is the best present you can give me." I sighed in relief as I finished putting on the fresh set of prison clothes I'd hand-washed before bed, feeling cleaner than I had in a while. The use of the laundry room in this place was like a fight to escape, and I really didn't want to get myself into any more trouble than I'd already had.
"Better than sex?" Tristan teased, back in his girl form.
"Not better than sex, but good after all that cum you left behind. I'm not getting any supernatural infections."
The giggle that left her made me giddy.
"Good to see you again, Princess."
"Same to you, Tristan."
"Tristana." She winked. "You gotta play along, babe, or it'll blow my cover."
"How were you able to become a girl?"
"I'm a shapeshifter, Cass. There's really no limit to what I can become."
"Can you become a god?"
"If I met one, maybe." She rose up and stretched. "I think my boobs need to be bigger to fit in this vest. Damn Omarion set me up to fail."
"You think?" I teased, checking out her side. "Your side boob is clearly showing. I can even see your nipple."
"Thank you, Ms. Obvious." She closed her eyes. If my jaw could drop to the floor, it would have, because her perky 32As went to 36Cs with a blink.
"How in heaven's name!" I rushed to her side, pulling the fabric of vest to see if her boobs were legit. I ended up poking them, which only made Tristana giggle.
"Hey, that tickles!"
"Who cares! How the hell did you do that? What voodoo magic conspiracy is this? Why can't you do that for my boobs?!"
"Because you're perfect as you are, and I like the size of your boobs."
"Your boobs are bigger than mine," I noted.
"By what? A cup size?"
"Yes!"
"What's the problem? Doesn't the ABCD thing you guys use to distinguish size refer to the strap?"
"I don't know!"
"But you're a girl."
"They did not teach us in school how to measure our breasts, Tristana," I emphasized.
"You practically have a wardrobe of lingerie, and yet you don't know how they measure boobs." She was on the verge of losing it.
"Those assistants force you to go into the change room and check. I keep the card with me when I shop so I don't forget. I can't be good at everything."
"You don't need to be good to know how to—"
"Stop arguing with me. Make my boobs like yours!" I moved around her and slid my hands into her vest to get a better feel of them.
"Shit, Cass?"
"So, they're legit real! These are like coconuts! Is there milk inside? I should tap them and see. No, knock on them and hope there's some hollow sound in return."
"Babe, you've lost it," Tristana sighed. "Can I have my boobs back now?"
"No! I'm still inspecting. I'm going to solve this case and get big boobs! No, I'll find a spell that can increase or decrease the size of your boobs. Who needs surgery like breast implants and lifts with this magical cure? We'll be rich. Rich and famous! Pain-free boobie enhancer!"
"Why do I have a feeling you're serious about this?"
"I am! Where's Dominick? He'd support me on this. Otis would think it's stupid, but Adonis loves me so supports my stupid ideas anyway."
"At least she hasn't lost her sanity in here."
Otis's voice drifted to me, and I looked up — as did Tristana — to see Dominick, Otis, Adonis, and Omarion standing in front of my cell.