STELLA
The sunlight streamed through the curtains, a warm intrusion against the cool sheets tangled around my legs. My eyelids fluttered open, but I stayed still, unwilling to wake up fully. The room felt quiet, serene even, until I turned my head and saw him.
Tristan.
His bare chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his dark hair a mess against the pillow. The sheet barely covered his waist, revealing just enough to make me feel… flustered. My cheeks burned as memories of last night played in vivid detail behind my closed eyes. The way his hands gripped my waist, the heat of his breath against my neck, the way I’d completely lost myself in him—every moment came rushing back, making my stomach flip.
What had I done?
I pressed my fingers to my burning cheeks and groaned softly, carefu
