YELENA

Tristan let out a raspy laugh, his voice thick and incredibly deep from sleep. "It's the alcohol... and the play we had before everything scattered last night."

I nodded, already knowing how the men got when they were together. His morning voice sent a tiny, familiar shiver down my spine.

"I know," I said, a playful smirk forming on my lips. "I think I'm going to have to ban you from drinking ever again."

Tristan stared up at me, his blue eyes widening in mock surprise. "Ah, ah... ...