Thirty

TRISTAN'S POV:

Hearing her call my name made me come to my senses, as though I had dozed off and just come back to life. I was holding her arms up against the wall, her top roughly handled, and her bosom exposed.

Shit! Shit! What have I done?

I stared into her green eyes laced with tears, my mind reeling. She was crying; I had never seen her cry, and it was not a pleasant sight. She looked devastated and in shock. Her eyes clamped shut, and more tears ran down her face, already smothered with tears and snot.

"Let me go..." She croaked out lowly, her voice sounding tired and exhausted.

Subconsciously, my grip slackened as I let her go, and she slipped down the wall. She quickly pulled up the remnants of her top as she pulled up her knees to her chest. I could tell she was pretty affected, considering the sharp look in her gaze as she stared at me, waiting for me to make a move.

I moved closer to her, but she quickly backed off, looking defensive. I couldn't help sighing at this, knowin