Her lips reached for mine

TRISTAN'S POV

Darkness covered the room like a canvas of black paint, I opened the window blinds letting the rays of the moonlight into the room, lighting it up a bit.

A feeling of anxiety roamed the crooks and nannies of my mind, nibbling at it deeply, until I had a feeling nothing was left but fragments.

I had tried many ways to get the thought of her out of my mind but just couldn't as it was preoccupied by the thoughts of the discussion I had with Aria earlier on.

I paced the length of the room, my heart heaving lightly as I kept glancing at the watch on my wrist. It did occur to me that the decision doesn't necessarily have to be that day, but as you could guess my heart had more control over my mind.

What heart wouldn't when a woman like Aria was involved.

Still filled with anxiety, I walked toward the mahogany table that held a vintage scotch in one of its lockers.

I rarely drink, but when I did, I did it in a grand way. Rich, well-brewed and smooth. I opened the case that he