Nicole Harper
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The next few days were even harder than the last. I was the one avoiding Tristan this time.
Mike texted me regularly, but anytime he did, I recalled how I’d gone home after our date and let Tristan touch me how he wanted to. The memory of Mike was now stained with Tristan too. The man had a way of creeping into every part of my life.
I even went out on a second date with Mike that Friday, but I spent the whole time in the theatre thinking about Tristan. If I’d been in the theatre with Tristan, I didn’t doubt that his hands would be in my panties at some point. The man was unhinged and somehow, that was the way I liked it.
Saturday was such a drag. I had nothing to do but still spent the entire day in my room. I went down for dinner and went back up when it was time
