CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
TRISTAN’S POV
The mixture of tequila and softness of her luscious lips hit me in the core, stirring the same thing I’d tried to bury since the first time I met her. It was impossible to even think right now and realizing this was probably a chance I’d never get again, I grabbed the back of her neck, kissing her back like she was the air I needed to breathe. She didn’t pull away like I thought she would and so I let myself get consumed by the fire of her kiss until we needed to breathe. She stared at me, a look of disbelief in her eyes. No, not the kind that questioned why she kissed me but the kind that had her in disbelief that she liked it.
Wait, she liked it?
Before I could process that look further, she suddenly bolted out of the room and I would have probably
