Tristan's POV:
"Why?"
"Because I need to be."
I'm massively overstepping, completely breaking down the boundaries that should be between us, but I don't care.
The moment Clara's face dropped after I asked what was wrong with Ella, I'd already made my mind up. I'd tried to stop myself. I'd tried to hold myself back. But I still ended up here. I don't regret it now that I'm here.
I might still not know what is wrong, but I know that this is exactly where I need to be.
My arms tighten around her waist as I pull her closer to me. I need to give her what comfort I can. It's selfish but I don't care. The tension in her bones drops away as she backs into my chest.
When the kettle is boiled, she goes to lift her arm to make the tea, but I take her hand in mine instead.
"Let me make it," I whisper. "You sit."
I pull her around and force her to sit at the breakfast bar.
"Thank you."
She smiles shyly up at me.
"Just rest. There's no need to thank me."