Amelia's POV

The next morning, when I woke up, Tristan was in his gym working out. I freshened up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast when he walked in, his bare body glistening with sweat, making my mouth go dry as a fresh bout of desire engulfed me. It was a sin to look so good this early in the morning. How can anyone get any work done under the circumstances?

"Hey! Good morning, love," he said in a husky whisper. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Good morning, Jay," I greeted shyly. I had no idea what had come over me last night making me such a...