Nicole Harper
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By the time Talia and I got back, the house felt a bit more comfortable, but maybe that was because I wasn’t tense around Talia anymore.
She was good company and was able to make me relax in her space when she was the one intruding on mine.
I could hear loud voices from the kitchen the second we stepped in, overlapping conversations and the occasional burst of laughter echoing through the house. I paused just before we turned the corner, grocery bags hanging from my hands, just taking it in.
This was a side of Tristan I hadn’t seen before. Not the intense, possessive man who looked at me like I was the only thing in the world, or the composed boss everyone tiptoed around at work. Right now, he was just a man with his friends.
And I was glad to be able to be part of
