Astrid

I sat up and tried to shake off the cloudy feeling in my mind. The knock on the door came again. It wasn’t loud or demanding, but it was insistent.

Pretending that I was asleep probably wouldn’t work.

“Yes?” I called out.

I grabbed Tristan’s jacket from where it was lying on the bed and quickly shoved it into my shoulder bag. I didn’t want anyone to see a man’s jacket in my room and get the wrong idea. The last thing I ...