Sable

I give Trystan’s arm a squeeze in a kind of awkward arm hug, and he draws to a slow halt.

When I look back up at him, he’s staring at me with such a funny, un-Trystan-like expression on his face, that I almost laugh. Then his hands wrap around my elbows and he drags me against him, that bewildered expression falling away as it’s replaced by something warmer.

“Goddammit, I love you,” he murmurs, conviction ringing in his voice.

Without another word, he drops his head and kisses me.

His arms wrap around my waist, and his palms send little tingles up my spine as he tugs me closer....