Nicole Harper
~•~
My thighs were even sorer after Tristan left.
I’d been scolding myself for going to him in the pool yet I still listened when he told me to go upstairs and wait for him.
What the f**k was I even doing?
I didn’t dare go downstairs that night. Thankfully, Tristan’s barbecue always ran late so there was no forced dinner tonight. I didn’t even think I could keep doing that s**t with them. I would tell my mom I wasn’t interested in their dinners but I felt way too guilty to face her at the moment.
By the next morning, I could finally walk properly, and thankfully so because I didn’t want to be walking around funny in the office.
I got up, showered, and got dressed. I was putting on my shoes when my phone suddenly buzzed with a text. I picked it up from the bed.
[Trista
