"Tristan!" I gasped outrageously. "That is very-"
"Inappropriate?" he completed with a grin as he continued to come closer.
Anger bubbled at his cheekily correct answer but his advancement made me change my priorities quickly as I pushed myself against the bed board.
When his smile widened I knew he would get me so I changed and charged toward the side of the bed to get away from him.
Tristan's hand clamped on my ankle and pulled me back. Before I knew it, he was on me and right in front of my face.
"Tristan," his name left my mouth in a breathless whisper.
"My love," said he, "what a marvelous view I have."
I blushed crimson, I was sure. "Stop it."
"Why? Am I making you nervous?"
He was, but dare I say it to his face. I would never! "No." Gripping his shoulders with my hands, I pushed them away from me. "move!"
