Page 15 of Shadows of Recovery

“Drink? I’ve got wine, beer, and... soda, if you want something non-alcoholic.”

Tristan chuckled softly. “Soda sounds perfect. I don’t want to fall asleep on you after the kind of day I’ve had.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as she handed him a cold can of soda. “How did it go?”

“Better than I expected, actually,” Tristan said, leaning against the counter, his expression a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. “We had a few good leads, but it’s always a challenge convincing people to part with their money, even for a good cause.”

Sophie smiled warmly, appreciating his dedication. “I’m sure you did a great job. You’re passionate about the Institute, and that comes across. People can feel that.”

Tristan shrugged modestly. “I hope so. It’s not just about raising funds—it’s about making sure we can keep providing the best care possible. Places like Blackwell are rare, and we need to make sure it continues to thrive.”

Sophie admired the way he spoke about his work, his commitment evident in every word. “I think what you’re doing is incredible, Tristan. You’re making a real difference.”

He looked at her, his gaze softening. “Thanks, Soph. That means a lot, coming from you.”

They shared a quiet moment, the connection between them deepening as the evening light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Sophie felt a flutter of nerves as she gestured toward the table. “Shall we eat?”

Tristan nodded, pushing off the counter and following her to the table. “Absolutely. I can’t wait to see what you’ve cooked up.”

They sat down together, the conversation flowing easily as they enjoyed the meal. Sophie found herself relaxing more with each passing minute, the initial nerves giving way to the comfort of being with someone she cared about. As they talked about their day, their work, and their hopes for the future, she felt a sense of contentment she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

And as the evening went on, she realized just how much she looked forward to more nights like this—shared with Tristan in the warmth of her home, where everything felt just right.

After dinner, Sophie took his hand and led him to the living room. “I have something else for you,” she said, her tone soft and inviting.

Tristan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?”

She guided him to the couch, where she had set up a small dessert spread with candles flickering softly. “I wanted to make this night special,” she whispered.

“You’ve already made it special.” His voice was husky with emotion. “I’m here with you.”

They sat comfortably on the couch, a warm fire crackling in the hearth. Tristan reached for Sophie’s hand, intertwining their fingers as they settled in for a rare, uninterrupted evening together.

“I feel like we haven’t had a moment to just talk about our lives,” Tristan said, his eyes twinkling with interest as he looked at Sophie. “Tell me about your apartment. Do you like living here?”

Sophie hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of a cushion as she considered how to respond. “I do like it,” she began, “but... my lease is coming up for renewal, and they’re raising the rent—a lot. I’m not sure I want to pay that much to stay here.”

Tristan nodded, understanding in his gaze. “That’s a tough decision. But if you’re not sure, maybe it’s a sign that it’s time for a change.”

Sophie looked at him, her heart beating a little faster as she wondered if there was more behind his words. “Yeah, maybe.”

Tristan took a deep breath, his eyes locking with hers as he reached out to take her hand. “Sophie, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve been feeling for a while now.”

Sophie’s breath caught in her throat, a mix of anticipation and nerves washing over her as she waited for him to continue.

“I’ve fallen for you,” Tristan said softly, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I know it’s a big step, and I don’t want to rush you, but I’ve been thinking… I’d love it if you’d consider moving in with me.”

Sophie’s eyes widened, her heart racing as his words sank in. “Tristan...”

“I mean it,” he continued, his gaze never leaving hers. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and I understand if you’re not ready. But I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I’d love to wake up every day with you by my side.”

Tears welled up in Sophie’s eyes, but they were tears of joy, not uncertainty. “Tristan, I’ve fallen for you too,” she confessed, her voice trembling slightly with the intensity of her emotions. “And if you really mean it... I’d love to move in with you. But before I do, we need to talk about something important.”

Tristan’s brows furrowed slightly, concern flickering in his eyes. “Of course. What is it?”

Sophie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Finances. If we’re going to live together, we need to be on the same page about money. It’s a big part of sharing a life, and I want us to be open and honest with each other from the start. I know that after having roommates through school—not that I consider you a roommate. I never slept with them.” She started getting tongue-tied.

Chewing his lip, Tristan nodded. “You’re absolutely right. We need to be clear about everything, and I want us to be a team in every way. We can sit down and figure it all out together, make sure we’re both comfortable with how things will work.”

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