Chapter 187

Zayd looks me dead in the eye.

"I'm interested. Seriously fucking interested." Creed makes a frustrated sound, and Zack scowls.

I turn to Tristan then. He's standing in the doorway next to me. We're so close I can see his pulse thundering. On the outside, he looks calm. But I can tell it's all a facade. He's boiling on the inside.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Tristan responds, cool as a goddamn cucumber, his blade gray gaze cutting into me.

"Are you interested in me?" It's so freaking hard to get those words out, to ask a question I've honestly been wondering about for almost two years. I want to hear him say it. My mind briefly strays to Lizzie, but … I need to know how Tristan feels, regardless of what happens after.

He puts his hand on the doorjamb above my head and leans in close. "Haven't I made that obvious?" he asks, a smirk twisting on his full lips.

His hair is so goddamn beautiful, blue-black strands that shift gently across