For a second, Tristan stood in the entrance, elated and astounded. How could a few words from Rain move him so much? With his eyes on Rain’s bedroom door, he slipped his shoes on and stepped out.
The morning was cool and crisp—a perfect September day. Looking out at the misty park, Tristan sensed that he wouldn’t sleep. He dug into his pockets for the key to his bike lock. He jumped over the fence and unhooked his bike, then straddled it and took off for the park. He’d ride all morning if that was what it took to tame the wild feelings he was battling.
Was he falling in love?
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