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“Yeah, I was feeling nauseous,” I said, cheeks itching to twitch.
Why the hell was he here?
He stepped closer and sniffed the air around me.
“Are you drunk?” He looked angry, and I opened my mouth to answer, but he cut me off, “I swear if he was taking advantage of you, I won’t let him off easily.”
He wanted to go to the kitchen, but I got in the way.What is he planning to do? Walk in there and beat him up?
“Leave Tristan out of this. I was the one who initiated the kiss, and I’m not drunk! I don’t even owe you an explanation,” I yelled. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with your fiancée?”
“Yeah, I should be with her, but I decided to come here because I was worried about you.”
I tried not to laugh.Is he expecting me to be fine after inviting me to watch him propose to his girlfriend?He knew how I felt about him. A warning would have been nice.
“I’m fine,” I said, crossing my arms and putting on a bold face.
“I can see that.” He glanced at the kitchen and then at me. “Good night.” He walked away.
I closed my eyes, inhaling.What an awful night.Tristan stepped out of the kitchen when I turned around.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t thinking clearly,” I said with a frustrated sigh.
“That makes two of us,” he said and walked away.
I watched him, guilt weighing all over me. I returned to the kitchen and grabbed my stuff and the bottle of brandy. I cursed at myself as I sauntered to my room, pausing at Tristan’s door. I leaned closer to pick up any sound.
I didn’t know how he was feeling, and I never took him as a rebound. I didn’t want him to think that. I turned away and entered my room with my heart beating harder with every step.
I staggered to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror; my hair was a mess. Memories of Tristan gripping my hair flooded my brain, the thought of it alone sending sweet chills through me.
I raised my hand and touched the hickeys on my neck, replaying his lips on me and his teeth sinking into my skin.What am I turning into?
I shook my head and left the bathroom. I grabbed the bottle of brandy and took a swig.
It was as if I was becoming my past again.
It’d beena week since the night Adrian had proposed to Karen and Tristan and I had kissed. We both acted like it had never happened and never spoke about it. But I noticed the atmosphere between us had changed. I couldn’t look at him for more than three seconds anymore. Tristan now spoke to me like a normal person and tried to have conversations during dinner.
Adrian came to the house often, but we didn’t speak much. Tristan didn’t seem to care about anything going on. No matter how clueless he acted about the whole situation between me and Adrian, I knew he understood the underlying scenario. He had heard our conversations and seen the way Adrian and I interacted.
I told Vina what had happened that night, and she was like, “You badass! You weren’t drunk, were you?”
“I was very sober.”
“Good thing he showed up. Now, it’s fair. I’m trying to imagine the look on his face when he walked in on you both kissing.” She laughed.
“He was just worried about me.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she scoffed.
“How is school?” I changed the topic quickly.
“Frustrating.”
“What about Grey?”
“He’s been distant. I haven’t spoken to him since the wedding.”
