ZAHRA
“Can I stay the night?” Tristan’s timid question was a big contrast from his usual overly-confident-self.
I had my arms tightly wrapped around me, digging my fingers into the thin fabric of the half-torn, oversized t-shirt he had lent me. He was only wearing his running shorts, his upper-half entirely exposed. We had just made it to my room door, and I had to blink a couple of times to process his unexpected request.
My knees were still weak after what happened between us. My mind was even messier. It felt like the more time I spent with him, the easier it was to lose sight of my reasoning. I couldn’t tell right from wrong anymore. My brain begged me to think clearly and stay away from the man who had flipped my life upside down, but it was waging a tough battle with my heart. Tha
