POV: Tristan
It was Monday morning again.
I didn't even know where the weekend had run too.
I had been awake since 4 a.m. but it was not that it mattered.
Sleep hadn’t been coming easy these past few days anyway.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, one arm resting behind my head as my thoughts ran in circles.
Ever since I told the guys everything that had happened two nights ago…
I haven't been able to stop thinking that maybe…
Maybe I really did jump to conclusions.
Maybe I judged Naomi too quickly.
Too rashly.
I let out a quiet scoff and turned my head slightly, staring at the wall instead.
But what was I supposed to think?
I saw it.
I saw everything with my own eyes.
Or at least… I thought I did.
I sat up slowly, resting my elbows on my knees as I ran a hand throug
