#Chapter64 I drove him away.

"Hi," I greet a very good looking Tristan as I open the door.

"Hi," he breathes out and shoves his hands into his jean pockets.

"Wanna come in?" I ask.

"Sure."

I step aside and allow him to enter. He makes himself at home and sits on one of the leather couches in the living room.

"You want anything to drink?" I ask him.

"I'm fine." He shakes his head. "I just came to tell you something."

"Okay..." I drawl out and sit next to him. "But before you say anything, I want to say I'm sorry."

"Hailey I--" he tries to speak but I...