Amelia’s POV
It was late when we reached home. Tristan just pulled me into his arms to sleep, cuddling me, spooning me from the back.
“Let’s call it a night. We could catch up tomorrow, right?” he said, planting a soft kiss below my ears.
“Hmm,” I said, but the soft peck turned into a wild exploration as we both couldn’t keep our hands off one another. So all our resolutions to sleep turned to dust as we hungrily devoured one another. I realized one thing. I couldn’t stay away from Tristan and I didn’t want to. My body revolted when he was around, dancing to his tunes. Tristan had a satisfied grin on his face afterward.
“Good night, love,” he breathed. I noted he had recently started using this new endearment a lot. Did that mean that he loved me? Well! I was confused but hopeful.
