Chapter 49 Tristan

• It was rude to turn down a gift, and she didn’t need to know about my problems with alcohol. I’ll just dump the whiskey in my basement and never see it again.
• She nodded and stood up. She walked towards the door, and I followed behind her. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a black sweatshirt. My eyes kept dropping to follow the sway of her curves, but I tried to keep myself in check. Her bare butt came to mind, and I felt my cock harden.
• She turned at the door, and I met her eyes, hoping I didn’t look like I’d been checking her out. “Congratulations, Tristan.” She stretched her hand but avoided my eyes with a guarded expression.