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Chapter 38

I swiped his phone open and searched his gallery for my pictures. I deleted the pictures of me and raised my head to look at Tristan still holding his shirt.

"I'm done." I voiced and Tristan let go of his shirt–they both exchanged dirty looks before Tristan interlocked fingers with me again. 

"Stay away from my girl." 

With that, we left and I was feeling on top of the world. Never has Tristan ever fought for me before. He wasn't as stupid as I thought, this new side of Tristan was surely nice. 

"I know you're wondering if this is Tristan." He pointed at his chest and let out a soft laugh. 

"Mmhm." I nodded my head and had a squint at him. 

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