*Tristan*
Kissing her had been a colossal error in judgment. Her lips are like silk. Her mouth, smoky with my Scotch, had tasted particularly inviting. Her sighs are as low and throaty as her voice. The sounds had sent desire shooting through me.
As a general rule I do not misjudge my actions, but from the moment she had walked into my life, I have been having a time of it when it comes to rational decisions.
I had claimed her for my mistress.
I had trotted after her into the rain like a misbegotten fool.
I had carried her home, knowing the torment that would entail.
I had promised to give her time instead of sinking into her molten heat tonight as I so desperately wanted.
I had kissed her.
And now I am heading to Littlefoot’s.
At least this time I had the good sense to have the c
