LNicole Harper
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“My parents are dead, Nicole.” He deadpanned.
I winced slightly but didn’t back down. “How were they like when they were alive? When did they die?” I questioned instead. It had come to my attention that I knew next to nothing about Tristan. I only knew his name, his age, and what company he worked at.
Well, I also knew little things like his favorite food, favorite car to drive, and his favorite position, which was missionary because apparently he liked to look into my eyes while he f****d me.
I was straying so I focused on Tristan instead. “Tell me. I want to know.” I prompted. I didn’t know any major thing about him yet I had ranted and broken down in front of him. It didn’t seem fair.
There was also the fact that I was interested in knowing a lot about the man.
