TRISTEN
“f*****g hell Moria…”
From the second his mouth touches hers, Tristen wonders how in hades he has managed to last this long without doing it sooner.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her.
In fact, he hadn’t meant to even speak to her until they got to the Tavern and everything was over
She had pushed her way into the plan and he hated it with every fiber of his being.
But like a man possessed, he had found himself at the door of her room anyway.
He told himself he only wanted to make sure she was ready.
But then she was there and she was perfect in the way a crystal lake catching the last of the sun’s golden rays is perfect.
She was there and he couldn’t not touch her.
So again Tristen told himself another lie even as he had taken that first into her room.
He told himself he was
