Tabitha nods and pulls away with a wink.
“Have fun.” I know she’s not referring to this alleged planning that Quinn and I are supposed to discuss.
“Good night, Tristan,” I say, feeling awkward.
He gives me a small smile and, just like usual, pulls me in for a hug. I hug him back loosely as it almost feels like a betrayal to Quinn, which is ridiculous as it’s just a hug.
Tristan’s arm tightens around my back as he murmurs, “Good night.”
I subtly pull out of his embrace when he holds on for a little too long, and the look reflected in his eyes is that of uncertainty. I feel awful, and a pang of guilt stabs me in the chest. I hope I never see that look mirrored on his face ever again.
Quinn waits for me to reach his side and mercifully doesn’t grab me as we walk to his truck in silence.
