Aitana's POV
I kissed Tristan...
No—he kissed me. But I didn’t push him away.
My fingers trembled as I pressed them to my swollen lips, still tingling from the heat of his mouth. The memory of it sent a traitorous shiver down my spine—the way his hands had tightened on my waist, the possessive growl that had rumbled through his chest when I’d gasped against his lips.
And the worst part?
I’d liked it.
A whimper escaped me as I pressed my forehead against the cool wood of the bedroom door, trying to steady my racing heart. I should not have done that. I was still debating whether I should give this bond an opportunity or not. I was still dealing with the feelings I had for Sebastian and trying to process all the new information I had discovered, only to add one more problem to my list.
