Busted !

Five days later

I stared at the ‘people’ magazine whose titles read ‘Swedish star Tristan Kristiansen spotted in Toronto with new girlfriend’. The picture of us, walking hand in hand strolling on the lake’ bank, made me cringe. Tristan looked just fine, but I hated my expression; I had forgotten my sunglasses, and my eyes were squinted. Damn. I opened the magazine, finding an article with too many lines of rubbish and speculation, but a picture of us in Cannes festival. And others from the set of our previous movie together.

Tristan sighed as he read above my shoulder. I could feel the outline of his tall frame behind me and shamelessly pushed backwards until he circled my waist with his arm, enclosing me entirely.

“Well, the cat’s out of the bag”, he said gently, his voice uncertain.

“Meow.”