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He tightened his grip around me like he didn’t want me to let go. It was almost painful.
Adrian arrived with an older man. They both walked to where he was and helped him up, and then they took him upstairs to his room. Adrian stopped me when I tried to enter the room.
“Stay in your room. The doctor will make sure he is okay.”
“No, I want to know what’s wrong with him!”
I tried to force my way in, but he held me back.
“He will be fine, Chloe.”
“I want to know what’s going on!” I yelled.
“You’re not helping the situation right now. Fucking wait in your room!” Adrian yelled back.
“I’m sick of you guys keeping things from me.”
“Please, Chloe.”
I glared at him before walking away.
I waited for hours, but I didn’t see Adrian. I left my room and paced in front of Tristan’s room.
I got tired and sat on the stairs, and I yawned as sleep called to me. I never got to cook my pasta. I stood up immediately after the door opened, and Adrian walked out alone.
“How is he?” I asked.
“He is sleeping, and he is okay.”
“What about the doctor?”
“He left an hour ago.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on now or wait until I throw a tantrum?”
“I’m not sure I’m supposed to tell you this, but Tristan had a flashback of something that had happened some years ago. Something must have triggered it, but he will be fine.”
I was still taking in what he said. I wondered what traumatic event Tristan had gone through.Was it the kiss that triggered it?
“You should go to bed. It’s almost two a.m. Call me if anything comes up,” he said with a small smile. He looked like he had something else to say, but he turned away to leave.
“Okay, good night,” I mumbled.
No more forehead kisses. I missed that.
“Good night.”
I was tempted to open Tristan’s room and take a peek, but I fought it and went to my room. It took me a while to get some sleep.
I woke up a bit late.I went straight to check on Tristan. I tried to open the door, but it was locked from inside.
“Tristan?” I called, knocking.
I waited, but no one answered. I knocked again, but he didn’t answer. I raised my knuckle to knock again, but the door suddenly opened, making my heart fly to my throat.
Tristan stood in front of me, only in his black boxer briefs, his bedhead making him look so sexy. He dragged me into the room when I opened my mouth to speak.
He seated me on the bed and then sat on the gray sofa in front.
