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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