Tristan's POV

Mia was in my arms, her soft curves pressed against me as she tried to steady herself after tripping. Her hands clutched my shirt, and I could feel her warmth through the fabric. Her wide, startled eyes met mine, and for a moment, time stood still.

Her lipsplump, pink, and so invitingwere mere inches away. I couldnt stop myself, couldnt hold back the desire that had been building inside me for so long.

I brushed a strand of hair ...