Amelia’s POV
I dared not glance backward to see what Tristan was doing, but I knew he hadn’t gone away. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I knew he wasn’t very far away. His presence behind me made me feel feverishly hot, and I opened my jacket and dropped it onto the couch. The sound of the door made me turn around, and I saw Tristan gazing at me with dark eyes and erratic breathing as he shut the door, locking it well. My breath hitched in anticipation when he opened his jacket and threw it on a couch nearby.
“Jay, I think you should go home,” I whispered, unable to recognize my hoarse, desire-filled voice. Was that really me? Tristan shook his head slowly, his eyes glittering with excitement, while my heart raced with anticipation.
“No, I won’t. Let me stay, baby doll,” he w
