Tristan’s POV
It was true, I had always loved Amelia. Since the time when Caleb and I were best friends, I used to look after her, care for her, protect her, and help her with her homework. They were an excuse to be near her, to see her and talk to her. The more I interacted with her, the more I fell in love with her. But she was too young and oblivious to my feelings for her. As she grew up, I could sense her attraction to me, but I wasn’t sure.
Caleb was extremely protective of her and I needed to keep my distance from her, although I couldn’t help or control my growing feelings for her. On her thirteenth birthday, she looked very alluring in a short red dress that clung to her curves, accentuating them, and making me want to be near her all the time. With her golden hair cascading do
