I was entirely focused on the fact that I was currently curled up against Tristan Gates. My cheek was snug against his waistcoat, my shoulder neatly tucked into his side as if we’d done this a thousand times. And my hand—my hand! It had somehow wandered up his chest and now rested against his open shirt collar. I could feel the smooth skin of his throat and collarbone against my fingertips. My skin flushed, heat trailing along every inch of me.
