Chapter 63

Athena's POV

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Tristan was gone just like yesterday.

I tried not to read too much into it as I got dressed, pulling on jeans and a soft sweater that still smelled faintly of his cologne from when he'd held me.

I walked to the kitchen with a strange lightness in my step, already planning what I'd cook for us.

Maybe his favorite pancakes with fresh berries, or that omelet he always complimented me on.

For once, I wasn't going to bring ...