Aitana's POV
Tristan’s grip on my wrist tightened just slightly, his breath hitching at my suggestion. His pupils dilated, the gold flecks in his brown eyes burning brighter with desire.
Got him.
A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips. “Filming something, huh?” His voice dropped to a rough whisper, sending a thrill down my spine. “You sure that’s wise, little flower? You’re already mad at me—do you really want to give me more ammunition to tease you with?”
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “Who said it’s for you to tease me? Maybe I just want to make Sebastian squirm while he’s stuck in Peru.”
Haniel snorted in my head. “Liar.”
I ignored her.
Tristan’s thumb traced slow circles on the inside of my wrist. Is it weird that I'm getting turned on by such little contact? Definitely, bu
