SELENE
The warmth of Tristan’s body against mine was the first thing I felt when I woke up. His arm was draped lazily over my waist, his breath steady and deep against my neck. The scent of sweat and something unmistakably him lingered in the sheets, wrapping around me like a second skin.
“Mmm…” I let out a soft hum, stretching slightly, but the movement only made me more aware of Tristan’s body, of the hard planes of his chest pressed against my back, of the heat radiating from his skin… of the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing into me.
Well, well. A slow smirk tugged at my lips.
Deciding to tease him, I arched back into him, rolling my hips just enough to make him feel it.
Tristan’s breath hitched, his grip on my waist tightening. “You’re playing with fire, Selene,” he
