Stella
My breath hitched.
The sensation of Tristan's fingers tracing the curve of my cheek was both comforting and terrifying. His touch was gentle, deliberate, as though he were trying to memorize the shape of my face, every dip and rise. I stared at him, his midnight blue orbs holding a look I’d never seen before. It held a tenderness that scared me, which made my chest tighten with anticipation and fear. What if I fell, truly fell, and he didn’t catch me? What if I tumbled into this whirlpool of emotion, and he wasn’t there at the end?
His thumb grazed my bottom lip, his gaze dropping to my mouth. I felt my breath catch, my pulse quicken, a surge of warmth spreading from my chest to every corner of my body. I was drowning in him, in his touch, in the way his lips curled up as if he c
