STELLA
I forced a smile, one so bright it probably looked ridiculous, and before Tristan could react, I threw my arms around his neck.
The entire restaurant gasped.
The girl who had just been recording us let out a delighted squeal, and in my peripheral vision, I saw at least three other people grab their phones. The moment was too good for them to ignore, and I wasn’t going to let Tristan be the only one controlling the narrative.
I pulled away just enough to cup his face, feeling the slight stubble against my palm. My heart hammered against my ribs, my skin burning where his arms had instinctively wrapped around my waist.
Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn’t a deep kiss—just a soft press of my lips against his, a teasing brush—but it was
