synopsis

❝Are you done acting like you care?❞

Tristan's jaw clenches so hard that for a second I'm actually afraid his teeth will disintegrate. ❝I'll ask one more time. Where. Were. You. Last. Night.❞

I lift my chin, wishing the raw command in his voice didn't have me damn near shaking. ❝You really wanna know? Fine, then. I was at Isaac's with his face between my legs getting me to moan his name for hours.❞

And he snaps.

My hips are grabbed roughly by big warm hands- hands that teased and touched and caressed every inch of my body just a few days ago- and I'm being shoved up against the closed door of my bedroom. Tristan's blue eyes practically gleam with rage and a muscle in his jaw twitches furiously as he glowers down at me.

Yeah, this was not good. This was not good at all.

How dare he pin me against a door like a caveman and interrogate me about my whereabouts in my own home?

At least... that's what I told myself as I felt my breaths turn shallow and my thighs slowly clench together.

{𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮}

𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨
#2 in vulnerable
#6 in conflict
#12 in jealousy
#17 in steamy
#19 in chicklit
#29 in collegeromance
#60 in eroticromance
#69 in newyork

⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠