EpilogueAiden leaned back against Tristan’s chest as they both watched the fireworks in the sky. He was shivering in the cold—not even the heat from Tristan’s embrace could keep the chilly night air at bay.
“Oh, no, it’s started already.” Jen came out through the balcony door carrying a tray with three champagne glasses. She trembled as she held up the tray to them. They each took a glass and she set the tray aside. “To the future.” She raised her glass.
“To the future!”
They sipped on the fizzy champagne, and Tristan shuddered behind him. “Urgh, why can’t we just drink beer on New Year’s Eve?”
“Don’t be silly, Tris. You can’t celebrate the new year with beer.” Jen glanced in through the door, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched Luke, who had fallen asleep on the sofa not m
