He hummed lazily before raising his legs and placing them on the table making me slide to his chest. I gasped as my shoulder bumped with his chest and I looked up to see him watching me with eyes twinkling with amusement.
"You did that on purpose." I accused him.
"I did." He admitted shamelessly.
That was the first time Tristan had been so shameless which only made me question it further. "Why?"
He smirked, "you're not ready for those answers now. Do you still want to know about the pressure you felt on your neck?"
I nodded.
"And are you clear about the wound and what the mark signifies on your neck given by me?" He asked this time I hesitated because I still had a question or two running in my mind.
"I shall ask you that later but for now I need to know about that." I told him trying to get up from his lap.
