Feeling had left on his own was a delicacy that he never thought he would experience within the year. But when he felt her lips on his he would not breathe. Especially the second time he could not even believe it. He stayed still. Absolutely still. He did not move an inch.
She kissed him. She stepped forward.
As if watching the woman take control of the situation and order them to be killed was not enough she had to kiss and initiate it as well.
"Who knew that a kiss was enough to bring a vampire to his knees?"
Tristan blinked and stood up straight again. He turned to Darius with a visible snarl on his face. Of course it had to be him to ruin the moment. He wanted to fucking tear his head off.
"What?" Darius gave him a teasing look, "so whenever Genevieve is not around you are going to his and snarl at us?"
