Off to a Bad Start

Aliana stared at Tristan as the door clicked shut behind Lucien. She bit her lip once he noticed her heated glare upon him. He gave her an animalistic expression that made Aliana's center clench as he crawled across the bed to get on top of her. 

Tristan pushed back her wet hair out of her face and took in her wide blue eyes, pale skin, and red lips. "Why are you so beautiful?" he murmured. 

Aliana scrunched her face at the question and shook her head. "You tell me."

"You're goddess made," Tristan uttered quietly. "It's the only explanation."

"Goddess made?" Aliana snorted. 

"Made in the image of the goddess Asta herself," Tristan crooned. "The stars and moonlight, you embody."