Chapter 19

The next morning, I wake up feeling like I might crawl out of my own skin.

I'm restless, irritated, completely on edge from the lack of... well, release. My body still hums from yesterday's dream, aching for something I can't have. Every time I thought I had a moment alone to take care of myself, Tristan would appear.

It's like he has radar for the worst possible timing.

I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and working up courage to reach for my nightstand drawer when his footsteps echo in the hallway. Heavy, purposeful, heading straight for my room.

Of course he'll come back, just few minutes...