He stares at me, frowning slightly. "I don't know. I don't think so, to be honest. I never wanted to be around her- we never lived together. She said she wanted to get married and I said yes because I thought that relationship was it for me. I cared a lot for her... Although I've never seen her the way she was last night."
I nod, looking down at my hand on his chest.
"And you? Have you ever loved someone?"
I chuckle, shaking my head. "No, I haven't. I thought I did with someone after high school. I even left home and moved in with him until Andre came to get me."
"You left with Andre?"
"Because- because it was the right thing to do... You don't know this about me but my brother pretty much raised me. My sophomore year of high school, I moved into his apartment with him."
He's quiet for a moment. "Your parents let you do that?"
"They didn't care. I hadn't seen either of them in months. Andre asked over a video conference because my dad was in Germany and my mother was at a spa retreat."
"I see... So, what happened with the guy? The one you were moving in with?"
"He had a child and girlfriend and was sleeping with me on the side. Andre told me once I had gotten back to our apartment. Also, the girl was still a junior in high school, to top it off."
"Shit. I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. It was actually a blessing because I threw myself into university. I found out recently that he is on baby number three, all different women so..."
"You lucked out."
"Your brother seems like a good guy."
I smile, nodding. "He is."
"Did- Did your parents ever come back?"
I chuckle softly. "No. I mean, they come by for a day or two. We have dinner and then they leave and we don't see them for another six months."
"Why do you even go?"
"Because it's important to Andre... He's a lot kinder, more forgiving than I am."
"Well, I can see why you'd be upset. Have you spoken to them since- Thailand?"
I rub my lip slowly, shaking my head and he sighs, pulling me closer. I close my eyes as he presses his lips to my forehead. I smile, humming. "Tell me about your mom."
"What about her?"
I look up at him. "Anything. The most random story you can think of."
"You want to hear about her?"
I nod, smiling confusingly. His crystal clear irises stare back at me, betraying a curiousness I cannot ignore. "Yes... Have you never talked about her before?"
"No, other than with my father."
"Well, you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."
"It doesn't." He shakes his head. "I'm just not used to it... No one's ever asked."
I kiss his chest, sighing sadly. "Well I am. Tell me."
I'm sent into a giggling spurt as Tristan runs his fingers down my back, sending shivers down my spine. He chuckles softly, beside me.
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...