Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tristan was sitting on the bed, one of my books in his hands. I arched my brow at the sight as I walked to my bag and grabbed my brush, "I didn't take you as the reading type."

He looked up at me and smiled, setting the book aside, "I'm full of surprises. Secretly, I was a nerd as a teenager."

"Hmmm, I think I'm going to need proof of this before I believe it." I sat down on the wooden chest at the foot of the bed and started to work on brushing my hair out.

"I'm afraid I destroyed the evidence long ago, so you will just have to take me at my word." He scooched down the bed, coming to sit behind me as he took my brush from me, "Let me help."

"You don't have to do that. I have a lot of hair, you might not have the muscles for it." I teased him.

"Hmm, you think so? I had just wanted to, but now I feel like I've been issued a challenge." He kissed the tip of my ear and I blushed at the action.

"Alright, just don't come crying to me when you're sore later."