Chapter 26
Nick
Even though I have always considered myself a patient person, I am beginning to grow impatient with my desire for an answer from Tristan.
I knew it was bold to text him, to offer myself as a way for him to experiment with kink, but I have no regrets.
I feel something between us, and I can’t imagine that he doesn’t feel it, too. I don’t know what that thing is, but it’s certainly an energy that draws me to him.
I try not to think about it when I see him at work—but that’s really the only time I do see him.
And he’s impossible to ignore.
Put aside the fact that I think he might be the most attractive person I’ve ever met, there’s his personality, his wit, his humor, his mind. The way he sees the world and talks about it, the way that he will do anything, anything to help someone else.
I treasure the moments we have in our ambulance.
When he’s anxious, I welcome the opportunity to be a steady presence.
When an emergency emotionally affects him, I want to be the one to comfort him.
When he tells me, finally, about the reason he moved back to San Francisco, about his father’s diagnosis, my heart breaks for him, and I know that I would burn the world to find a way to make him feel better.