I'm done

Nate's POV

I don't know what I was expecting from Tristan when I walked away. Maybe for him to finally let me go, to let me move on, to finally free me from whatever hold he has on my soul.

But that would be too easy.

Because Tristan has never let me go—not fully.

And he sure as hell isn't about to start now.

Before I can take another step, something strong yanks me backward. I barely register the movement before I'm slammed against the wall, my back hitting the cold surface as a large, warm body presses against mine.

My breath catches.

My brain barely has time to process what the hell just happened before Tristan's lips crash onto mine.

The world tilts, and suddenly nothing else exists except the heat between us, the burning need that we've both ignored for too long.