Tessy’s POV
“Don’t mess with me!” I snapped, my tone sharp with annoyance.
A jagged, nervous laugh broke from his lips. “I’m joking, Tess! You should see your face right now!”
I stared at him, my arms crossed, completely unamused.
He held up his hands in surrender, his expression sobering. “Okay, okay, relax. I just wanted to cook dinner for you, that’s all. I know our relationship is fake... okay?”
“I have to go,” I muttered, grabbing my bag from the desk and sprinting out of his room before things could get any weirder.
I bolted down the hallway and almost crashed headfirst into Tristan.
“Whoa! Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to steady me, his voice filled with genuine concern.
I forced a soft smile onto my face, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Yes, I’m okay.”
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