"What did you talk with George?"

Tristan's kiss continued downward, opening her collar, and he bit down on her collarbone.

Cynthia lifted her eyelids abruptly, hands embracing his head. "Tristan, are you a dog?!"

Why did he bite people just like that!

Tristan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why not continue pretending to sleep?"

"Who says I'm pretending to sleep?" Cynthia's embarrassment flashed across her eyes. She retorted, "I wanted to continue sleeping, but someone woke me up with a kiss."

She had originally just wanted to take a short nap on the couch and hadn't expected to actually fall asleep. Even more unexpected was that Tristan would take advantage of her being asleep to kiss her.

Tristan sat up beside her, pulled her into his arms, gathered her hair to the side, and his fingertips deliberately or unintentionally stroked her sensitive ear. "So, it's my fault."

"It was your fault from the beginning," Cynthia leaned against his chest. She looked at him, tilting her head slightly. "Has the meeting ended?"