He pins me against the wall. "You do realize I never back down from a challenge?"

"Oh really," I say. "And what was the challenge, Tristan?"

"I will ask you out and you will say yes. I will take you on dates and you will enjoy them. I will kiss you and you will kiss back. And eventually…" His voice softens to a whisper and he places his lips next to my ear. So close it is almost touching it. "Eventually you will fall in love with me."

"Never," I say, shaking my head. I try to get out of his grasp, try to avoid his eyes.

"And why not, Julie?" His green eyes pierce me as he lifts my chin to make me look him in the face. I knee him, causing him to release me in surprise. I duck out of the way and make a break for the door.

He's too fast for me. Running in front of me, he spreads his arms in front of me to prevent me from leaving. I head towards the window- I can get out from there- but strong arms push me against the wall once again. "Why not, Julie?" he asks once again.

"Because I like someone else" I breathe, trying to find a way out of this.

"Give it up, Jewel." I shiver when he says my name that way. "We both know Noah has been dating Violet for six years now."

In the position we're in right now, I can't bring myself to answer Tristan. Our bodies pressed together against the wall, his hands on my shoulders, the top of my head fits perfectly below his chin.

Sighing, I try to duck down, but Tristan presses himself closer- forcing me to stop. "Why, you're not trying to get away, are you, gorgeous?"

My phone rings from my bedside table. "I'll get that," Tristan mutter. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, causing me to shriek and kick. Not bothering to glance at the caller ID, he picks up. "Hi, Julia is not here at the moment, if you're of the female variety, you should wait 24 hours to call her. And if you are not of the female variety, Julie is not interested. Goodbye."

He's about to hang up when I hear a voice: "Trist?" The voice causes me to whiten and stop hitting Tristan.

"Hey Noah." Tristan says into my phone. "Like I said, Julie's not interested."

"Trist." Noah says, exasperated. "What are you doing on Jules's phone?"

"You're not allowed to call her 'Jules'" Tristan practically growls into the phone.

"Shut the f*ck up, Tristan!" I yell. He then uses his free hand to cover my mouth, muffling my words.

"You kidnapped her or something?" Noah asks.

"Yeah. Bye." Tristan ends the call while I bite his hand. "Ow. Didn't know you had that in you, cupcake."

He presses me against the wall once again. My eyes must have this horrified look in my face, since he loosens his grip and goes, "Relax, darling. I'm not going to rape you."

"I can tell by the way you're forcing me against the wall," I mumble under my breath.

He grins, a grin that makes me go crazy and want more of him. I bite my lip. What's happening to me?

His hand slips underneath my loose top. He feels my skin- making me shiver yet again.

"Cold?" he asks, tracing my lips with his other hand.

"You're cheating," I whisper when he starts to trace letters with the hand under my shirt.

"No rules, Julia. There are no rules in this." He says, making a heart with his finger.

He presses his lips to my forehead as I moan inaudibly. "I see you're enjoying this." He says.

I sigh and stop trying to resist. He kisses me down my face, pulling me up on my tiptoes to kiss my neck. I moan softly again as he kisses my ear.

"Anything wrong?" he murmurs, playing with my hair.

"Shut up and kiss me already." I whisper, his hands rubbing my skin.

"As you wish." He says softly. Then he pulls my top over my head, pulls me closer, and kisses me.

And god, it's the most amazing feeling I've ever had. His tongue waits at my lips, asking for the permission to enter, which I grant. My tongue slips into his mouth and explore it, enjoying the feeling of his tongue in mine. I rub his skin as he runs his hands over mine.

It develops into a heated make- out session: his hands feeling my body, my hands in his hair, and us attached by the lips. At last he pulls away from me and fixes my hair. "You over Noah yet?" he asks casually as he pulls my top over my head.

"I don't know. What do you think?" I ask with a straight face.

"I think" his lips hover over my ear, "that you"- they graze my nose- "have no idea", they move down and touch my own briefly, "what you're talking about."

"Will you go out with me?" he asks, his hand on mine.

"Does this mean you win the challenge?" I whisper. "Or are you still trying to get me to fall in love with you?"

"Depends," he answers.

"Yes," I answer and bring my lips to his once again.