Stella:
It was getting dark, and I stood by the window, watching the sun dip behind the ocean's edge, its rays shimmering over the water. It was picturesque, almost surreal, like a painting brought to life. A sigh escaped my lips, heavy with reluctance. “I should get going,” I muttered, clutching my purse tighter.
Tristan’s head snapped up, his expression falling. “No.”
I arched an eyebrow. “No?”
He stepped closer, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over me as the fading light outlined his sculpted jaw. “Stay.”
“I have work tomorrow,” I argued, my voice soft but firm. “I need to leave early.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’ll have my driver take you wherever you need to be. No excuses.”
I let out a huff, trying to ignore the way my heart fluttered at his insistence. “I don’t
