Hannah’s POV
"Got it?"
Tristan nodded, eyes slightly wide as he said, "Got it...but does that mean you're meeting them?"
I rolled my eyes, tempted to rub my yellow paint covered hand across his face, but stopped myself. I didn't need to end up in another paint fight.
"Yes, Tristan, that's what that means."
"You'll have fun, I swear." he said, a smile stretching across his face.
I rolled my eyes, turning back to face the wall and climbing up the ladder.
"Please be careful."
I looked over my shoulder, eyebrow raised and said, "This isn't the first time I've done this."
"I know, but the last thing I need is you getting hurt in my house. Anton would murder me."
I snorted, "Even if I fell, which is unlikely, it wouldn't be your fault. Now go away and let me paint." I said with a smile
