Sweet Insecurities

Tristan was the kind of guy who always knew how to make you feel better. When it came to emotional support, he was flawless.

I slipped my hand into his big, warm hand. He squeezed it softly and helped me into a seat.

"Let's go," Tristan told the driver.

The car immediately headed toward the city. Tristan handed me a bottle of water. "Are you tired?"

I took a sip and said, "Not really, but I am a b