Juniper POV
I was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with my laptop balanced on the coffee table, surrounded by scattered notes and half-empty coffee cups. The project was due in three days, and I was finally making progress on the last section, the one Tristan and I were supposed to finish together before everything got complicated. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the occasional honk from the street far below. Tristan was at practice, which was honestly a relief. After that kiss, I still couldn’t look at him without my stomach doing that stupid flip.
I kept replaying it even though I didn’t want to. He hadn’t brought it up since. Neither had I. We were both pretending it hadn’t happened, which was starting to feel like its own kind of lie.
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