POV: Chloe
Ethan's name glared up at me from the screen, and my thumb hovered over the decline button.
"Don't," Tristan said.
I looked at him. His hands were still at my waist, his body still pressed close enough that I could feel the heat radiating through his wet shirt.
"Tristan, I need to..."
"Answer it." His voice dropped, quiet and certain.
"Put it on speaker."
"That's insane."
"Answer the phone, Chloe, that’s not a request!” he said sternly. The command in his tone sent something electric down my spine, a response I didn't want to examine.
My thumb swiped across the screen before my brain could make the decision. Tris continues kissing me as if he doesn’t care about Ethan or what he has to say.
He kissed my lips, kissing me down to my neck and resting on my marking spot.
