Chapter 89

Tristan’s gaze burned into mine, intense and heavy, like he could see every thought swirling in my head. He stood abruptly, his broad shoulders shifting under his shirt.

“Let me get something for your leg,” he said, his voice low, almost too calm. Before I could respond, he was gone, the door clicking softly behind him.

Alone, I tightened the towel against my skin, my fingers trembling slightly. My mind replayed his words from earlier.

Did he really mean it when he said he'll only touch me when I say it? Every look, every brush of his hand, felt like he was waiting for me to break first....