Tristan Michelson
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Nicole’s response was to stand up and leave the room.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. For a few seconds, I just stayed on the bed, wondering what the f**k she was up to. Then my senses kicked in and I climbed out of the bed as well.
As I stepped out of the room, I didn’t have to go too far to find her. I could hear movement coming from her room. I reached her room in less than five steps, only to see her stuffing clothes into her suitcase.
My fists clenched at the sight. I told her I liked her and her first instinct was to pack.
She didn’t even spare me a glance as I entered. She just continued removing things from her wardrobe and stuffing them into the suitcase. I stood in front of her, making her halt.
“What the f**k are you doing, Nicole?”
