Chapter 87. One Simple Kiss

Athena

“Ath,” he whispered, my name falling from his lips like a secret meant only for my ears.

His fingers traced along my cheekbone with such tenderness that I couldn’t help but release a soft, shaky breath.

The simple touch sent tiny sparks dancing across my skin and through my veins. I found myself holding my breath as his thumb moved to trace the outline of my lips.

The gentle pressure of his touch made me take a sharp intake of air. There was something magical about the way Tristan’s touch affected me.

God, it did things to me I couldn’t explain. It lit a fire deep inside, warming every inch of my body until I burned with want and need. My mind went blank, all rational thoughts slipping away.

Shamefully, I craved for his hands to wander lower, to the places where my body ached the most.

But just when I thought he might, when my pulse hammered in anticipation, he pulled back. His hands withdrew as his fingers raked through his da