It didn't matter anyway. I'd completely ignored him again and continued to walk towards my mom's room. I carefully opened her bedroom door ajar, and slid my hand through the gap to turn the light on. I exhaled and tentatively pushed open the door. When I'd finally found the strength to take a peek, I saw that the bed was made and empty, it hadn't been slept in at all. I peered my head behind the door.
All clear.
“s**t!” I screamed and jumped out of my skin when Tristan swept his hands around my waist.
“Sorry,” he gave me a flimsy apology, it was laced with laughter that he was trying his best to contain.
“It's not funny, Tristan. I'm really freaking out here,” I moaned while I checked in the bathroom hoping that my mom might have been in there.
But no luck, the bathroom was empty to
