Chapter 3

The city lights blurred past the car windows as Tristan drove, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel while the other occasionally brushed my knee when he shifted gears. My heart hadn’t slowed since that kiss outside Velvet Eclipse. My lips still tingled, and every time I glanced over at him, I remembered how solid he felt against me those broad shoulders, the way his body had responded so clearly. I should have asked him to take me home, to my own apartment. But I didn’t. The word “yes” had slipped out too easily, and now here we were, gliding through Manhattan toward wherever he lived.

“We’re...