POV: Tristan
I was currently awake.
I had been for a while now actually.
My eyes were glued on the ceiling as I lay flat on my bed, one arm resting behind my head, the other lying across my chest.
The room was quiet as usual. The kind of quiet that made every small sound louder than it should be. The type of silence that made a man think about all his life choices.
But I wasn’t listening to the silence.
Neither was I thinking about all the choices I had made in my life time.
Nope.
Instead I was listening for her.
Naomi.
I was listening to see exactly what time she would get back home.
I turned my head slightly and looked at the clock on the wall.
The time was 5:17 a.m.
Right on time.
I listened as she walked up the stairs, dragging her feet a little from exhaustion. And th
