Chapter 35

He cocked his head and studied her. “What is it?”

“It’s hard to find many who are willing to dance with a Red.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him, and he tightened his hand around her neck.

“I’ll dance with you,” he said.

Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes darkened and dropped to her mouth. She could feel him growing hard underneath her and it took all of her willpower not to rub her ass against him.

“Tristan, my cheek is healed.”

She didn’t want to leave his lap. She wanted to sit with him forever and pretend that he loved her the way she loved him. Suddenly feeling depressed and angry for torturing herself, she tried to struggle from his lap.

He refused to let her go. “Let me see.”

She turned her face obediently so he could examine her cheek. He wiped the smears of drying blood away, a satisfied look crossing his face when it revealed her smooth cheek with no trace of the cut that had marred it.

“It’s almost healed,” he said b