CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
TRISTAN’S POV
I thought I was getting punished enough until this moment now. A great dinner. No, call it a perfect night with the perfect person. The last two hours or so had felt like heaven. There was no awkward tension at all. It seemed like she wanted to have all the fun too before the bomb dropped and the storm of it divided us. She’d smiled at everything I said and now at midnight, we sat on the terrace of my house after an almost one hour drive. I’d wanted to stay longer in the bubble of her obviousness because it felt so damn good there. I mena, she had been so bold to actually want me to f**k her. After everything about me she had witnessed about me, she still kissed me twice and wanted me to f**k her. Me. Of all people she had to pick me. I wanted to ask her
