LAUREEN'S POV
I had felt the attraction between myself and Tristan grow as I sat there in the parlor and, in order to escape it, I did the only thing I knew I could do best.
Run!
I ran as usual. It was something I had in me. The spirit to stay and fight was not there and I didn't have the energy for any foul play and so, I stood up and began heading to my room.
I thought that would be the end, but I knew I was wrong when i heard footsteps behind me. Why had I locked my door? It would've been easier if I didn't have to turn a key to open it. That way I would've escaped what happened next, or would I?
My name on his lips was a yearn, a moan, it was pleading, begging me to listen to him, to turn and to pay him attention and I couldn't resist that call, which was why I stopped and turned
