Anton’s POV
"Tristan, I hardly ever ask you for anything. Pick up the god damn phone."
A few seconds later he picked up, there was muffled cursing, and then, "What happened? Is everything okay?"
"No, everything's not f*****g okay." I said, running a hand through my hair, trying to keep my voice down.
I was out on the balcony while Ana slept.
"What's wrong?"
"It shouldn't even be f*****g possible." I muttered, leaning against the railing.
"What isn't possible, Anton?" snapped Tristan.
"I think I f*****g love her."
Silence.
Fucking silence.
"Seriously?"
That wasn't the reaction I'd been expecting. For as big of a joker as Tristan was, he actually seemed serious. Thankfully.
I let out a groan and dropped down onto the loveseat, "I don't know. I don't even know if I'm capable of i
