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Polly decides now is a great time to butt in and add to the shitstorm. “You got the girl too, Tristan,” she says, running a fingernail down his chest and flicking his belt buckle.
“Excuse me?”
“What? You think you can have them both?” Polly smugly asks, turning to glare at me.
“Excuse me?” I repeat, as it’s better than the alternative of fuck you. “For your information, I don’t want them both.”
For fuck’s sake, I need to stop.
Right.
Now.
Tristan snickers, and I quickly backpedal, but I know it’s too late. “Tristan, I love you as a—”
“If you say brother, I will seriously stab myself.”
Quinn takes a step toward his brother. “I love Mia,” he says with such strong resolve, I can’t help but melt. “We never planned for this to happen, it just—”
Quinn pauses, turning to look at me with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
“Tristan, I’ve loved her for a long time,” he softly concludes, and I almost fall flat on my face.
He’s loved me for a long time? This is so not the time to swoon, but wow…
However, I remain composed because Tristan looks like he’s about to snap.
“How long?” he asks, taking a steadying breath.
Quinn clears his throat, averting his eyes, revealing his guilt.
But Tristan presses. “Since you’ve been on the run?”
However, Quinn only stands motionless, his eyes transfixed to the floor.
“What? Before then?” Tristan asks, his voice betraying his shock but also his pain.
“Before,” Quinn softly replies with a nod, finally looking at Tristan.
“What?” I gasp, silently begging him to meet my eyes.
But he avoids my questioning stare.
“Oh please, can I vomit now?” Polly snickers, sticking a finger down her throat.
I internally count to ten to stop myself from sticking my whole fist down there and focus on Tristan.
“Tristan?” I question, as he’s gone deathly quiet.
He flicks his pained eyes my way. “And you want him?”
As much as this is going to kill me, I nod. “I do. I’m sorry.” Thankfully, Quinn understands this time around.
Tristan runs a hand through his hair, pulling at it in frustration. “Well, fuck me.”
My heart breaks, and I stop myself from reaching out to him because I know my touch is the last thing he seeks at the moment.
“Why do you care?” Polly suddenly yells, turning to face Tristan. “You kissed me last night! I thought you liked me.”
