Savannah’s POV
I stared at Tristan as he bent down to sign a document his aide presented to him. His eyes were narrowed in concentration and he bit his lips thoughtfully while going through the documents, before scribbling his signature neatly. I sighed as I watched him, longing to smooth those wrinkles of worry away from his forehead, to run my hands through his soft hair and to just hold him and lay my head on his body. I just wanted to feel the safety of his arms and the love only he could give me. But sadly, the only thing I could do these days was just stare at him from across the room during meetings like this.
Having him in front of me without being able to touch him was a torture on another level and it was turning me insane slowly and surely. How long would I be able to bear t
