Astrid

I felt a little nervous about going to Tristan’s class. I knew that it didn’t make sense, but I had the oddest feeling that people would somehow know we’d spent the night together. If they did, it was most likely because of the fact that I was wearing his shirt. No one would be able to tell that, though. It was tucked into my pants and I was wearing my jacket. The only giveaway was his scent lingering on the fabric.

It was a little thrilling, ...