TRISTEN
“I think that went swimmingly well, don’t you agree Tristen?”
Callum smirks, leaning against Morgana’s desk and Tristen almost loses the internal battle he has been fighting since the first time Callum put his hands on her.
Deep breaths.
Deep calming breaths.
Deep calming… f*****g hell…
Tristen tells himself that the reason for his annoyance is not because she is now going to be spending an inordinate amount of time with Callum.
That would mean that he was jealous.
That he cared and hated the way Callum looked at her and the way she always seemed to be blushing and looking away like she couldn’t stand to look at the f*****g blood directly in the face.
But he didn’t care so he most definitely wasn’t jealous.
Which means that isn’t why he is annoyed.
He just doesn’t like
