Gisellianna
My breathing is erratic as Tristan humbly pours his heart out. His regret is palpable and reaches parts of my soul no male has ever touched. A bevy of emotions thrums through my body with every word out of his lips. I don’t know how to feel. I thought I’d have to live without the other half of my soul for so long. But here is my mate, asking me to forgive him and give him a chance.
Heat spreads across my body as I gaze into his golden gaze. Though his tone is somber, and his expression is broody, he looks a thousand times hotter with his chiseled features, golden hair, and eyes. It doesn’t help that the male is gloriously nude and is in no way embarrassed by it. Of course, he has no reason to be ashamed of his looks.
“If I…” I lick my lips nervously and mutter, “If I give y
