Chapter 92

Athena's POV

I stood in front of the mirror - while Tristan was having his shower - looking at my reflection, my face looked bright and my cheeks were popped out.

I looked happy and I was. Of course I was, Tristan had been wonderful.

God.

And sex? It was fantastic, we made love like we were rabbits. There was no corner in my that he hasn't pinned me to and made me moan his name.

He was intoxicating?

He had just won a very important race.

Of course, he'd won. He always ...