Chapter 92. What Are You… Doing Here?

Athena

I stood in front of the mirror—while Tristan was having his shower—looking at my reflection, my face looked bright and my cheeks were popped out.

I looked happy and I was. Of course I was, Tristan had been wonderful.

God.

And sex? It was fantastic, we made love like we were rabbits. There was no corner in my that he hasn’t pinned me to and made me moan his name.

He was intoxicating?

He had just won a very important race.

Of course, he’d won. He always did. We were an unstoppable force in the racing world, both of us dominating in our own right.

While he tore up the asphalt with his sleek machine, I commanded respect in my own lane, and together we were absolutely killing it. The other racers looked at us with a mixture of admiration and envy. We were the power couple everyone whispered about.

After his victory, we celebrated like we always did, with passionate kisses and melodious moans. The trophy meant nothing com