TRISTAN
I’m already f*****g it all up.
When I saw that painting, I couldn’t take it. Raven is good, incredibly talented. He caught the essence of her and trapped it on that canvas, and it was so beautiful my teeth ached.
I couldn’t stand it. In that moment, I hated the thought that anyone else could see how beautiful she is.
And it wasn't right. She’s right. I’m a possessive asshole. Billie should shine in the light. Who am I to drag her down into the dark where no one can see?
Most of all, I hated not touching her. I've spent all week trapped in a power struggle with her, trying to be patient with her, desperate to touch her but holding myself back. So I kissed her, and she slapped me.
Thorne pats my back. “Good job there, buddy.”
I’d bite his head off, but I know he’s right. I f**
