It had been almost a month now, but not a single day passed that he hadn't thought about her.
Tristan hated commitments, he hated women who would come after him with a desire to be more to him than just a temporary fun. He hated the idea of being attached, but why was he suddenly feeling the urge to find her and keep her... permanently.
He recalled every single thing about her...her face, the innocence in her beautiful ocean blue eyes, her shy blushes, everything.
Ever since that morning he had walked out of Crown hotels, his mind had been filled with images of Celine. When he was going to sleep, he would think about her and feel a sinking emptiness in his life which he'd been living perfectly before her, whenever he woke up, his head would be filled with images of her, she had now become like a ghost haunting his life, his dreams, his every waking moment.
