Don't Make Me Wait Too Long

The warm breath of the man sprayed onto her face as his thin lips brushed against her cheek, finally burying his head deeply in the crook of her neck.

Resilient and restrained.

His arms tightly embraced her, continually tightening as if he wanted to merge her into his very bones.

"Tristan, you're hurting me..." Cynthia Shannon squirmed uncomfortably.

Tristan chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling her ear, sending a tingling sensation coursing through her limbs. "Cynthia, don't make me wait too long."

His voice was low and slow, his lips curved with a faint smile, exuding an irresistible charm.

In that instant, Cynthia's breathing grew erratic, and her heart was completely thrown into chaos.

Just then, the car came to a stop, and she hurriedly pushed Tristan away and stumbled out of the car.

Tristan watched as Cynthia fled in a panic, his lips arcing with a hint of sophistication, tinged with a sense of loss.