Ashley stood there stunned trying to gather her thoughts, blinked a few times before she slowly closed them and gave in to the kiss. The kiss was so gentle that she felt her heart swell with happiness.
Tristan let go of his hand from the nape of her neck and moved down to the back of her waist and slowly tucked her in until her chest collided with his and he deepened the kiss.
He made sure, he would be slow with the approach knowing how badly he had ruined everything, upsetting her even more. For the first time, his plan backfired and he regretted acting as a jerk.
He so wanted to turn the time back when his stupid brain came up with this thought. Damn, I hurt her so much, he thought and held her closer not ready to leave her even when they were short of breath.
Tristan thought it was the only way she could everything that happened inside the club because if they happen to pull away, she will again walk away from him.
