I’d never in my life felt so... lost, not good enough, shocked. Trevor could have dated anyone. Yet he’d chosen someone who was clearly Tristan 2.0, new and improved. I doubted he’d realized it, or that it was why he’d chosen him, but it gutted me all the same. Sub-standard Tristan, too sick to love anyone but his brother, and too sub-par to get said brother to love him back. How sick was that?
With each course, it all got ever more unbearable. Not only the realization of what Ashton was—and damn it if he didn’t have a perfect name too—but seeing them touch each other. Only light contact, but so intimate it left me breathless and hurting. I would never be like that with Trevor. All my hopes had been crushed in one hit. Even if he ever broke up with this guy, it wouldn’t matter; he’d never
