Tristen’s Pov
Tristen, you really are a jerk.
Yes, indeed you are. A major one.
I descend the stairs, stunned by my own words directed at Essel. How could I be so foolish? I should be the one who understands women the best, and you absolutely should never speak to them in a disrespectful manner.
What made me act like such a jerk just now? Who knows.
Perhaps I was trying to provoke a response from her? Honestly, I can't say for sure.
Tristen, seriously. Why on earth did you say that to her?
As I reach the hallway, my mind is so preoccupied that I lose track of where I'm going, eventually ending up in the kitchen. In the center of the black and white checkered floor sits a rectangular island, with a sink embedded in its countertop. Without really thinking about it, I turn on the fauce
