She likes it

When Tristan sighted her reaction, he smiled in satisfaction. He leaned closer. "Lia, doing this seduces me more, get that?" He whispered.

"What do you want me to do then?" She asked without removing the bedsheet from her face.

"Look at me," he commanded. His voice was enough to get her to obey, she shifted the bedsheet from her eyes slowly. Liliana couldn't stare directly into his eyes so she lowered her gaze.

"Did I scare you?" He asked silently.

"I don't want to be paralyzed," she murmured.

Tristan smiled and pull the bedsheet off her face. He stared at her face and pressed his lips on hers twice. "Next time, Liliana, don't come back home drunk. You hear me?" He lit a match inside her and stood to his feet.

Liliana did not stare at him. He glanced at her figure on the bed. "Good night," he waved at the lady who wasn't even looking at him. The next moment he was out of her room.