Ease her into things. Go on dates, let her get used to the possibility that you might like her. Let yourself get comfortable enough to tell her that you have feelings for her.
That had been the plan that Tristan had come up with and he'd stuck with it for so long that he'd gotten comfortable. Then in the space of a single night he had blown it all to smithereens.
Ruining it with one simple act.
A kiss.
What had he been thinking? Laying down on his weight bench in his personal gym. Tristan tried to make sense of his idiotic move. But he could not, after all, who could find the logic in a drunk man's actions?
