As they drove back to their suite in silence she could still fee the hands of that man on her and it did nothing but make her dirty.
And to make matters worse, Tristan was most definitely avoiding her, he wasn't making efforts to touch her the way he usually did, he stayed on his side of the car and would only look at her when he thought she wasn't aware.
It irked her.
So he wanted me when he thought I was not touched by another but now that I have been sexually harrased he gives me space....
She thinks bitterly.
She fold her hands on her chest, her lips in a sassy pout.
His body hair stood, like he was being electrocuted and he didn't know what to do
Was he to touch her, hold her or give her space?
He didn't know what to do and his instincts weren't helping matters either.
