Tristan\u2019s gaze burned into mine, intense and heavy, like he could see every thought swirling in my head. He stood abruptly, his broad shoulders shifting under his shirt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me get something for your leg,\u201d he said, his voice low, almost too calm. Before I could respond, he was gone, the door clicking softly behind him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alone, I tightened the towel against my skin, my fingers trembling slightly. My mind replayed his words from earlier.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Did he really mean it when he said he\u2019ll only touch me when I say it? Every look, every brush of his hand, felt like he was waiting for me to break first.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Was I supposed to spell it out for him? Beg? The thought made my cheeks flush, a mix of frustration and heat pooling in my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted him to see it through the way my breath hitched when he was near, the way my body leaned toward him without my permission.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Couldn\u2019t he feel my heart pound? Didn\u2019t he hear it? I puffed out a breath, annoyed, but beneath it, my skin tingled with anticipation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound of his footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. My pulse quickened as the door creaked open, and Tristan stepped back into the room,\u00a0<\/p>\n
holding a small ice pack in one hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes found mine immediately, dark and unreadable. He didn\u2019t say a word, just lowered himself to the floor in front of me, his movements slow and\u00a0<\/p>\n
deliberate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blinked, caught off guard as he settled cross\u2013legged, his hands reaching for my foot. The warmth of his fingers against my skin sent a shiver up my leg,\u00a0<\/p>\n
and I felt my breath catch in my throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I asked, my voice coming out softer than I meant, almost a whisper. My heart thudded as I watched him, his head bowed slightly,\u00a0<\/p>\n
his focus entirely on my foot now resting in his lap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer, he just brushed his thumb lightly over my ankle, and I wondered if he could feel the way my pulse jumped under his touch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Does he know what he\u2019s doing to me? Is he teasing me on purpose?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich part hurts?\u201d he asked finally, his voice low and steady, but there was an edge to it, like he was fighting to keep it neutral.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes flicked up to meet mine for a moment, and I swore I saw a spark of desire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We both wanted this, still won\u2019t say it. Who\u2019s going to break first? Definitely not me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I swallowed hard, pointing to the left side of my calf. My leg were exposed under his gaze. He nodded, slow and thoughtful, his fingers grazing the spot\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d indicated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he pressed the ice pack against my skin, the cold bit into me, and I yelped, my body jerking slightly. His lips twitched, just the hint of a smile, and I felt my face heat up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019s enjoying this. He knows exactly what he\u2019s doing..\u00a0<\/p>\n
He held the ice there for a moment, his eyes locked on my leg, but I could feel the weight of his attention like a physical touch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, without warning, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my foot, just above my ankle. My breath caught, sharp and sudden, like someone had\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/21\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:20 Sat, Jan 10 G MR\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 146\u00a0<\/p>\n
pulled the air from the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The warmth of his lips was a stark contrast to the cold of the ice, and it sent a jolt straight through me, sparking heat low in my belly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oh God.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My fingers tightening around the towel.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What is he doing?\u00a0<\/p>\n
371\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pulled back slightly, his eyes flicking up to mine, searching. I couldn\u2019t read his thoughts, but the way his eyes brighten told me he was trying to\u00a0<\/p>\n
make me beg.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he kissed another spot, this time higher, his lips lingering a little longer too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Each touch was slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the taste of my skin. My heart pounded, and I felt my body lean forward slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was teasing me. And I was been weak again, letting him win.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time his lips reached my knee, he paused, his breath warm against my skin. I was breathing hard now, my chest rising and falling, my hands gripping the bedspread to keep myself grounded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes drifted to the space between my legs, where the towel had ridden up, leaving me exposed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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