Kissing Tristan, fucking Tristan, realizing that I loved Tristan... Every part of it felt like a dam breaking. For weeks, I'd felt this irresistible pull to him, this undeniable affection about him, and the moment our lips met, it all clicked into place.
The sex was past the point of being just merely physical or something to use to pass the time as I got over a bad breakup. It was beyond that. I knew it and he knew it and I suppose that was what made it so amazing.
The unexpectedness of it all. The fact that it was not something that either of us could deny or chalk up to nothing but lust.
It wasn't just a physical spark; it was a profound sense of rightness, like I'd found a missing piece of myself. And when he said that he loved me. Once in his house and the other in his office, it all felt right.
Like this was something that was meant to be.
But the second it was over, the familiar weight of my reality crashed back in. Heldon, my reputation, my scholarship – everything was on t
