Chapter 16

Lark

Another restless night of sleep under my belt.

This is going to be a great look for me in a few days. Bags under my eyes, half dead from exhaustion, and constant yawning.

Every man’s fantasy right there.

My phone buzzes with a text.

Tristan

Three more days.

My stomach drops.

I’ll see you then.

Tristan

I hope so.

Unless you change your mind…

Or I do, but so far, I haven’t wavered—much.

I’ve run through all the consequences, but each time, I end up knowing I’ll regret not going more than if I do.

That is…unless someone finds out.

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