Tristen Pov
"I like you." The words slipped from my lips, a sentiment I had mulled over countless times over dinner.
Now they hung in the air, waiting for her to absorb their meaning. As realization dawns on her, a look of shock washes over her features, and her mouth partakes in a silent gasp.
The temptation to kiss her again is nearly unbearable; those enticing lips aren’t making it any easier. But I pause. I’m still involved with Georgia, and I need to resolve that before I can take a step closer with Essel.
I swallow hard, locking my gaze with hers, searching for a flicker of reciprocation. Instead, all I see is a mix of surprise and disbelief dancing in her eyes.
Moments of silence stretch between us, thick with unspoken words, when the kitchen door swings open again. This time,
