Tristan POV
Rowena hisses as the fabric of her shorts tears against her body. I am pleasantly surprised to see that she is not wearing any panties under the shorts. She is standing before me, completely unashamed. Then again, she has no reason to be ashamed. Her body is perfect.
Her dark red hair falls over her shoulders, barely covering her breasts. Her piercing green eyes are staring into mine. She is waiting for me to make a move, but I am hesitant. I don't want to move too fast and scare her away. I guess I should have thought about that before I ripped off her shorts.
"Are we just going to stand here?" She finally breaks the silence between us.