Chapter 282

Tristan opens the bathroom door and steps out, letting it close behind him while he scouts around to make sure the coast is clear. Of course, it isn't even remotely clear.

Lizzie Walton is waiting.

As soon as I hear her voice, I pause, leaning my ear against the door. “You've been in there for quite a while, Tristan,” she says, her voice thick with hurt and frustration.

“So what? Do you monitor how long I go to the bathroom for? Is there a time limit on the act?”

“Don't do that. Don't get angry with me because you don't know how else to act. We know each other too well to play those sorts of games.” Lizzie pauses. “Marnye, you can come out now.”

Crap. Crap, crap, crap.

I'm sweaty, and shaky, and honestly I'm ready to go back to my room and scream into a pillow. There are so many emotions running through me; I need time to process them all.

The last thing I want to do is face Lizzie Walton.

But she knows I'm here, so I step out into the