Chapter 25

A pink-hued room was basically made for romantic, flirty moments. Megan shut her pretty eyes slowly, lips pursed into a soft pout. Tristan, watching her look that cute, felt like his blood was about to boil over. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, heart pounding like crazy. He tucked his face into the curve of her neck, breathing in her sweet, addictive scent. Then he reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the remote, and clicked off all the lights. The room went pitch black. Megan's eyes flew open in surprise. A low, calm voice whispered near her ear, "Sleep. Just sleep." Wait, what? She literally threw herself at him and he wants to... sleep? Megan stiffened. Was it her? Did she not have enough charm? Or… maybe he had a problem? Tristan chuckled lowly, hugging her rigid body close. "Relax. You're still young. Let's wait until your twentieth birthday." Megan rolled her eyes. "Seriously? What's even the difference between tonight and two months from now?" she thought. Maybe