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Tristan hummed as he walked to Kat’s dorm. It was eight o’clock, and she’d be expecting him for dinner.
Tonight…he was going to take everything further, show Kat she could trust him enough to sleep with him, because he couldn’t last another night in bed beside her without making love to her. He’d spent the entire day thinking about her, about how they’d spent the night, how it had felt to hold her and talk about things he’d never shared with anyone. He wanted more of that, more of Kat.
When he reached her room he knocked, grinning. There was a lightness and a fluttering excitement inside him. It had been years since chasing a woman had been this invigorating. She played with him, teased him back, made him enjoy this courtship dance.
Kat didn’t come to the door. Frowning, he pounded
