POV: Naomi
“That child usually gets what she wants.”
The second the words left Tristan’s mouth, my entire brain stopped functioning.
Heat rushed straight to my cheeks so fast it actually hurt.
Oh my God.
My eyes immediately found every other place in the room interesting except his face.
The walls.
The lamp.
The floor.
Anywhere but him.
A nervous laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it.
And suddenly the room felt too warm.
And awkward.
“Naomi…”
His voice came out lower this time.
Careful.
Like even he realized how dangerous those words sounded.
I finally forced myself to look at him.
Tristan opened his mouth slightly like he wanted to say something else.
Then stopped.
His jaw tightened briefly before he tried again.
“About what Sophie said earlier—”
“There’s no n
