“Who is he,” Aiden hissed as Tristan came closer. Aiden didn’t even look at Tristan. His eyes were glued to Paul, who stood by the door, glaring at Aiden.
“He’s Paul. Come on, we need to get you inside.”
“I shouldn’t have come back.” Aiden tried to shrug off Tristan’s hand. “I’ll go.”
“Oh no, you don’t. I should never have let you go.”
“You have Paul now.”
Tristan snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t seen Paul in seven years, and I hope I won’t see him for the next seven, either. Please, Aiden.” Tristan didn’t care if he sounded needy. He was not letting Aiden out of his sight again—unless he really wanted to leave, of course. He wouldnursquo;t make the same mistake heersquo;d made with Paul
For the first time, Aiden looked at him instead of Paul. “He was about to kiss you.”