Chapter Twelve
In which she blacked out.
- Ayne Kent.
Tristen was different.
I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. However, I like this version better. The usual façade that he would show, one that mirrors toughness and a complete package was out of the windows. This particular moment, he was clearly just being himself.
An ordinary boy.
The smile showed in his face could bring anyone to smile themselves.
He bubbled another laughed from his chest as he spun me around; making me giggle with the complete happiness that surrounds us.
"I like you like this," I commented, smiling back at him.
Tristen nodded as we continued to spend the day in bliss. He continued to drink once in a while when we would grab breaks during the countless dance that we w
