Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Was I strong enough to face my fears, to overcome my doubts, to trust my instincts?
I didn’t know.
I honestly didn’t know.
All I knew was that Tristan was calling to me, pulling me in, taking over my thoughts.
My emotions.
My very being.
All I knew was that I wanted him.
Needed him.
Craved him in a way that I had never craved anyone before.
All I knew was that he was becoming a part of me, an essential part of me.
A part that I couldn’t ignore.
Couldn’t deny.
Couldn’t resist.
I looked away, my mind spinning, my heart pounding, my body aching.
This was so complicated.
So confusing.
So overwhelming.
Tristan disrupted my thoughts. “Do you like Italian cuisine?”
Finding my breath, I nodded.
“Perfect.” Excitement laced Tristan’s voice. “I want to take you to my favorite spot.”
Am I really doing this?
We left the building, and when we stepped outside, I was met with a scene I hadn’t expected.
Holy fuck.
Tons of students were gathered around a sleek black and gold helicopter that stood, imposing and gleaming. It looked entirely out of place amidst the usual campus scenery, and I could see the excited faces of students snapping pictures and pointing.
Meanwhile, Tristan was leading me right to it with a knowing smile decorating his face.
“Hold on.” I stumbled a little. “Please, say that we are not going on that?”
“Unfortunately, we are.”
“Tristan—”
“The University President didn’t want me to land it here, but I promised to have one of my earlier pieces enter the University art gallery and remain for five years.”
“You. . .talked to President Williamson?”
“Apparently, he’s a fan.” Tristan continued to guide us toward the helicopter.
Oh shit.
My voice rose in anxiety. “Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to a nice restaurant.”
“But, where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I stared at him, my mouth agape. A helicopter ride? To lunch? This was completely beyond anything I had ever experienced, and I felt both thrilled and utterly terrified.
Only Tristan.
“Don’t worry,” he added, seeing my reaction. “This time, the place isn’t out of the country or state.”
“This time?”
“Yes.”
“But. . .a helicopter, Tristan?” I stammered. “Really? Isn’t that a bit much? Like we can just drive to a diner or something.”
“After what happened, I need to make a grand gesture.”
Despite the wild extravagance of it all, I felt a tug of curiosity and excitement. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
He chuckled. “You thought you had a choice to not go?”
“Of course.”
Laughing, he led me to the helicopter, where the pilot was waiting. We climbed in, and as the blades began to whirl, I braced myself for adventure.