TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW
I want to change the subject of me having no one all this time and her having... but she doesn't give me the chance.
"But you wanted to come to me... and you would have if I wouldn't have been... if you wouldn't have seen that picture..." She says between small, stuttered sobs and looks away ashamed, averting my gaze with all costs, but I make her look at me, and as usual, it takes me a few seconds to remember how to talk and what we were talking about because her undeniable beauty always manages to turn my brain into mush.
"Maybe that was for the best... who knows? But don't blame yourself," I plead, and she pouts sweetly, making it so f*****g hard for me not to devour her pouty full lips until I bruise them.
"Yeah, well... it wasn't. And... you shouldn't have.
