Tristan pulled the chair for me and as I settled in, he pushed it in slowly.
"Thank you." I whispered as he moved away and took his seat at the head of the table.
He nodded. "What would you like to eat?"
"I would like to have something light, soup would be good."
Tristan raised the tiny bell that was kept beside him and a servant came inside to stand next to him. Tristan relayed what I wanted and then the servant was on his way.
I felt his eyes on me, watching me continuously. As much as I wanted to avoid looking at him at the moment, something and Me made me want to look at him continuously. Just as he did, just like he did. I wanted to reciprocate the hungry eyes he watched me with.
Lifting my eyes, slowly, I look at him as discreetly as I could only to notice where exactly he was looking out. Tristan was looking at my neck, more specifically the left side, where his Mark was.
"Why do you keep on looking at it?"
