Chapter 87

"Ath," he whispered, my name falling from his lips like a secret meant only for my ears.

His fingers traced along my cheekbone with such tenderness that I couldn't help but release a soft, shaky breath.

The simple touch sent tiny sparks dancing across my skin and through my veins. I found myself holding my breath as his thumb moved to trace the outline of my lips.

The gentle pressure of his touch made me take a sharp intake of air. There was something magical about the way Tristan's touch affected me.

God, it did things to me I couldn't explain. It lit a fire deep inside, warming...