Amelia's POV

I was brought out of my trance when Tristan clicked my front door open and came in. I rushed out of my room excitedly to meet him. My heart skipped a beat or two seeing him looking gorgeous as always in a white dress shirt and navy slacks with a matching navy blazer. He winked seeing me check him out. His signature citrus and woody smell tingled my senses as he came towards me and kissed my forehead, "Hey, gorgeous, ready to go?" He asked. My heart melted hearing him address me.

"Yeah," I said as he led me out of the apartment towards his blue Mercedes.

"Are...