Amelia’s POV
I could do some cuddling with Tristan. He felt so good against me.
“Only cuddling, nothing else, mister. Understood?” I said, poking my index finger into his abs with a chuckle. He caught my finger with his other hand and pulled me to his bare chest.
“Only for tonight, yes, but I can’t promise that I’ll stop when you’re ready for me, baby doll,” he added with a strange emotion that I couldn’t decipher. I blushed crimson at his words.
“That’s not happening soon. Go shower and come to bed,” I said, pushing him away towards the bathroom. He chuckled to my surprise as if he was sure that he could compel me to surrender to him soon.
“Oh, it will happen soon, I promise you that,” he said, winking at me, leaving me gaping at him. He whirled and turned to go to the bathroom.
