Chapter 122: Celibate.
She watched his cheeks crimson, his hold around her loosening a bit as he tried to control the flood of foreign embarrassing feelings that coursed through him.
"Tristan." She called, getting his attention. "Look at me."
"I’m looking at you." He managed to defend, despite the thundering palpations in his chest.
"Yours eyes are on me, but your mind isn’t." She pointed. The look in his eyes told her that she’d finally gotten his full attention. She searched his eyes and face for possible emotions he was expected to feel.
Luckily, she couldn’t find any regrets or anger. Just embarrassment.
"It’s okay to be vulnerable, Trist. You’re an Alpha. Not God." She pacified, cupping his chin with her palm.
He swallowed silently, not knowing what response to give.
Seeing his speechlessness, she stood on her tippy toes, kissing his lips plump warm lips softly and briefly before he could lean in. "I think I love that voice better than your normal one." She said softly against his lips, her gaze leaving his eyes briefly to his lips before going back to her normal height.
"Let’s have breakfast. I’m so hungry." She said, threading her fingers between his.
"Yes, ma’am. You still owe me information." He added, leading her through a hallway beside the stairs into the living room that opened into a relatively large dining room, and into a smaller dining area in the kitchen.
She ran her fingers on the pristine marble counter top, chuckling lightly to herself at how she had once thought only celebrities owned such properties.
"Like what you see?" He asked, placing their take-outs on the small dining table, heading to the in-built refrigerator to take out orange juice.