MAYA
He hovered over me like a storm cloud ready to break.
Tristan’s body caged me completely on the mattress, hands planted on either side of my head, his black shirt still half-open from earlier, revealing the hard planes of his tattooed chest.
His dark eyes burned down into mine. So intense, unblinking, filled with so many things I couldn’t name. Rage. Pain. Obsession. Something softer that made my heart twist.
Tears kept glistening in my lashes, spilling over no matter how hard I tried to stop them. I felt so small under him, so exposed, my pink skirt bunched around my thighs, my chest heaving with broken sobs.
He sighed a deep, heavy sound that seemed to come from his soul. His heart was breaking. I could see it in the way his jaw softened, the way his eyes flickered with raw h
