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Amelia’s POV Tristan took my hand in his warm one. “Do you need something to drink?” I was acutely aware of his fiery gaze that never left mine. His warm breath on my neck made me immensely aware of him. I didn’t dare move my head, sitting rigidly like a statue. I was apprehensive that he would kiss me in front of everyone if I looked in his direction. “Champagne will be fine,” I said, although I needed vodka to keep me sane. He called the steward and ordered two flutes of red champagne. “Relax baby doll. I don’t bite unless you want me to,” he said with a small smile playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes at his cliché line. “Please save those lines for someone else,” I answered back, making him chuckle. “For whom? There’s no one else but you,” he admitted candidly, but I noted th