BOOK THREE: BANGKOK
Tristan. Is. Standing. In. Front. Of. Me.
My brother's best friend, my soon-to-be new boss, the guy who I shared that ridiculously hot kiss with, is standing in front of me.
The guy I hadn't seen for years prior to that kiss.
The guy who then decided afterwards that the kiss was a mistake and that it can never happen again.
The guy who I, despite my best judgments, can't stop thinking about.How can one person be all these different things at once?
I have to cast that aside.
Nothing can ever happen between us.
He's right, nothing can happen between us. Or nothing will, not that there's a difference. All that history and now: this new association we have formed. I have to take him out of the potential boyfriend box and back into the old one I shelved him in
