Astrid

Tristan wasted no time deepening the kiss. He walked me backwards until my back hit one of the bookshelves that lined the wall. The collision hurt, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around Tristan and dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

‘This is a mistake,’ I thought. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this.’

Tristan’s fingers slipped into my hair and he titled my head to give him a better angle. I moaned against his lips as ...