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Tristan’s eyes hold mine for a moment. “She’s good for you.” “That’s debatable.”
I like Tristan 😂
I climb into bed beside him, and he pulls me into his arms. “Good night, sweetheart,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead.
🥺🥺
He nods and kisses me as he holds my face, and it’s tender and perfect and God, I just want to blurt out that maybe I really do love him for real now. But I won’t, because then I will ruin it.
Ane exact thought I've had
I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.”
I take out my phone and text him. Are you serious? You can’t even talk to me?
You're being crazy
My face falls. “What was last night?” His eyes hold mine. “It was goodbye.” “What?” I can feel the tears of shock welling in my eyes.
His text literally said "one last stopover" what were you expecting??
“I can’t . . .” He pauses. “I can’t move on until I know we’re okay.”
Of course youre not okay you big idiot
“The man I love and the man that the world knows are two very different men . . . and that’s just how I like it. I like that I’m the only one who gets his softness.”
With him, I am home.
