Amelia's POV

Tristan took my hand in his warm ones and asked, "Do you need something to drink?" I was acutely aware of his hot gaze that never left mine. His warm breath on my neck made me immensely aware of him. I didn't dare move my head, sitting rigidly like a statue. I was apprehensive that he would kiss me in front of everyone if I looked in his direction.

"Champagne will be fine," I told him, although I needed vodka to keep me sane. He called the steward and ordered two flutes of red champagne.

"Relax baby doll. I don't bite unless you want me to," he said...