Chapter 46
Aaliyah
I sat up by the fireplace that evening, rubbing my palms over my cold knees. After eating dinner in my room, I retired to bed. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to sleep. Though it took me a few minutes before I started to doze off, I felt soft, tender lips on my cheek. I opened my eyes wide and saw Tristan.
He was sitting at the side of the bed, staring at me. He was only wearing black pants, and his chest was bare. My cheeks heated as my gaze traveled down to his stomach, and I softly gulped.
We didn't say anything as we continued staring at each other. His fingers moved to my throat, and for a moment, I thought he was about to strangle me. But he kissed me down to my collarbone, eliciting a moan from me.
"How is your chest?" he asked.
I laughed, and he pulled back, frowning.
"What?"
"I'm very surprised that you care when you are the one who did this to me," I said.
