“Sorry, this will have to do for now, I'll go and pick up your stuff from your mom's tomorrow,” he mumbled while he lowering his head.

“It's okay, I understand why you threw all my stuff out Tristan. Fresh start?” I questioned in a hopeful voice.

“Fresh start,” he agreed.

Walking over to me, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. “I'll go and make us some coffee, there are some things we need to discuss.”

With a soft smile, he turned and left the room. I threw on my panties and put on Tristan's t-shirt, then followed him downstairs. He'd made the coffees already and was...