Chapter 932

She pressed her lips together, her fingers curling slightly as she murmured, “No.” Emily Blair gave a soft, amused snort, pulling her hand back and turning away.
But Tristan Davis reached out, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her right back to him. “Don’t run off.”
His voice dropped, coaxing, teasing. “Come on, give me a kiss.”
Emily’s eyes sparkled with a proud, playful glint, but in the end, she didn’t turn him down.
Tristan’s face inched closer, and Emily slowly raised her arms, looping them around his neck.
Both of them closed their eyes.
“Ah!”
Just as their lips were about to meet-barely an inch apart-footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by a startled little yelp.
Emily froze, eyes flying open as she looked toward the sound.
Emma George stood there, purse dangling from her hand, staring at them in utter shock.
“Mom!”
Emily’s cheeks flushed a deep red. She immediately pushed Tristan away, putting a good three feet of space between them as she looked down and fiddled with her clothes.
Tristan looked a bit sheepish too. “Mrs. George
The two of them stood there, awkward and guilty, like a pair of high school sweethearts caught by their teacher.
Emma glanced from Emily to Tristan, finally finding her voice. “You… you two are together?”
Tristan rubbed the back of his neck.
Sure, he wanted people to know about their relationship, but they’d just started dating, and he wasn’t sure if Emily wanted to go public-especially not to her family -so he kept quiet and glanced at her.
But Emily was perfectly straightforward. She had nothing to hide; there was nothing shameful about being with Tristan.
“That’s right. I’m dating Tristan now.”
Emma looked flustered. “So what you two were just-”
Emily cleared her throat, ducking her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Tristan looking over at her.
He grinned at her, eyes full of satisfaction and just a hint of mischief.
Emily:
Emma, seeing the way the two looked at each other, blushed to the roots of her hair, hurried past them, and opened the door with her key. Keeping her back to them, she mumbled, “Carry on, pretend I saw nothing.”
With that, she shut the door-perhaps a bit too forcefully.
Emma’s embarrassment was contagious, and Emily found herself feeling awkward as well.
She coughed lightly. “Well, I should get going. You should head home too.”
But Tristan sidled up to her, sliding his hand into hers with a gentle stubbornness.
Emily thought he was about to pick up where they’d left off and was just about to tease him when Tristan lowered his voice. “You really don’t mind that your mom knows about us?”
Emily looked surprised. “Why would I mind? We’re together, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Tristan’s lips curled into a smile. “So can I post it on Instagram?”
Emily blinked. “Post what?”
“A relationship announcement,” Tristan said, a little hopeful. “Is that okay?”
Her heart skipped just a little, and a sly look flashed in her eyes. “If you want to post it, go ahead.”
Tristan nodded, grinning even wider. “Alright.”
Emily’s eyes brightened. She squeezed his hand. “Send me your draft, and I’ll post it too.”
Overjoyed, Tristan wrapped his arms around her. “Deal.”
That evening, Elizabeth Wilson was idly scrolling through her feed when she noticed two identical posts from her friends.
She sat straight up in bed, clicking into the photos posted by both Tristan and Emily.
The picture was dimly lit—the background made it clear it was taken in a movie theater, right on the armrest between two seats.
On the armrest, a man’s hand and a woman’s hand were unmistakably clasped together.
Elizabeth zoomed in, scrutinizing the hands in the shadowy photo. It was pretty clear the woman’s hand belonged to Emily Blair, which meant the man’s must be Tristan Davis.