Celine's breath hitched the moment she felt his arms wrap around her waist, firm and warm, pulling her effortlessly against him.
Her back pressed against his chest, and she could feel the heat of his body even through the thin fabric between them.
"Pretending to sleep?" Tristan's voice came low, right by her ear.
Her lashes fluttered, but she kept her eyes shut, her heart betraying her with how loudly it pounded.
"I can feel your heartbeat from here," he added, amusement laced in his tone.
Celine swallowed, her grip tightening slightly on the sheets.
"I was asleep..." She murmured weakly.
Darn it, she had been caught anyway, there was no use pretending anymore.
A soft chuckle escaped him, his breath brushing lightly against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Is that so?"
His hand shifted slightly against her waist, his fingers curling just enough to pull her closer.
