"Good morning," Tristan's voice echoed in my ears and I groaned and peeked through the duvet with one eye. Tristan looked pristine, showered and ready to go somewhere. He looked like a Greek God and it somehow forced me to open both my eyes. Surprisingly, he was carrying a selfie stick with his phone attached to it.
"What's up?" I muttered, not bothering to get up. "What's with the phone?"
"I am doing an Insta live," He smiled brightly at me. "I am going live baby,"
What?
"What?" I said surprised as hell. "You are doing live? Do you know how to do that? And...why...why are you here with me? Why are you shooting me?"
"Because...I want everyone to see you," He answered, looking genuine. "Show them that you are mine. Don't worry, you look perfect and I haven't started it yet so,"
