Habits were ridiculously easy to form. Tristan knew that for a fact because with very little effort on his part he had formed a habit. That habit included good food and spectacular sex both enjoyed with his wife.
As far as habits went, Tristan considered his new obsession perfectly healthy. So he was in no hurry to change anything.
That evening after knocking off from work early Tristan had stopped by a flower shop. Feeling the urge to just bring Ariel something nice. Which was why he currently had a bouquet of red roses in his hand, whistling a happy tune as he walked towards the penthouse.
