ZAHRA
“We really need to figure out this room situation.” Tristan’s reflection appeared in the mirror in front of me as he walked out of the bathroom dressed only in shorts. “I’m not okay with jumping between my childhood bedroom and your Luna suite all the time.”
A half-smile played on my lips at his remark. I finished straightening my long floral sundress, checking my reflection one last time before turning around. Tristan was still drying his wild golden-brown hair with a hand towel.
Ten days had flown by since my memories had been restored. My former mate and I hadn’t spent a single night apart since I accepted him back. Although I appreciated the option of having my own place to escape to when I needed privacy, I had to agree that it was a little impractical to not have a shared ro
