Chapter 82 Chloe Deserves The Truth

• Chloe
• I never imagined I’d be here, sitting on the kitchen counter. Kissing, no, being kissed by Tristain. My best friend’s brother. The boy who used to steal my hair ties and tease me about my handwriting. Now, the man whose hands were gripping my waist, pulling me into him like he’d been waiting years for this moment.
• His touch was firm, and his lips tasted like cinnamon. I clung to his shirt, stunned by what was happening.