Nicole Harper
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I stood in the middle of my bedroom surrounded by clothes, staring at the open suitcase as I tried to think of what else to pack.
Thanksgiving was only a day away, and I was packing far more than I needed for a long weekend. I knew it. The pile of neatly folded tops, jeans, loungewear, and the scandalous lingerie sets Tristan had bought me forced me to admit it. I was planning to stay longer than just the holiday. Maybe a few more weeks. Maybe until my mother went on vacation Tristan was preparing for her and returned.
If we spent a month together without having to sneak around, would what we had fizzle out eventually? Only one way to find out.
My phone was propped up on the dresser, FaceTime open. Tristan’s face filled the screen, his sleeves rolled up, sitting in h
