I finished the last bite of pasta, my stomach finally feeling full and warm instead of twisted up in knots. Tristan was still sitting beside me on the bed, close enough that his thigh pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat coming off his body.

He'd been watching me eat the whole time with those dark silver eyes that made my insides go all fluttery.

"Better?" he asked quietly.

I nodded, setting the empty container on the nightstand. "Thank you. For making me eat."

"You need to take ...