Tristan’s P.O.V

The morning sun glared a little too brightly through my windshield as I cruised down the winding road, the tires humming against the pavement as if matching the satisfied rhythm of my heart. Dropping Gabriella off at her father's mansion had been bittersweet — I'd wanted to keep her with me a little longer, feel the lingering heat of her skin against mine, but obligations were obligations.

I sighed contentedly, running a hand through my messy hair, still ...