Amelia’s POV
My phone rang, and we sprang apart, eyes wide and gasping for air as we stared at each other. Realization suddenly hit me. I had lost my senses again around him and I picked up my clothes, wearing them quickly.
Tristan picked up my handbag from where I left it on the floor and handed it to me. I quickly took out my mobile phone and checked the caller ID flashing on it. It was Claire. I had saved her number for Anna’s bridal shower scheduled for Monday. Tristan’s eyes widened at seeing his sister call me. He walked away to my kitchen and opened my refrigerator. The call got disconnected, so I called Claire back.
“Sorry I missed your call. So, what’s the plan for Monday?” I asked her when Tristan came back towards me, sitting on the arm of my couch with a bottle of water.
