My Dad's Friend: 33

«TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW"

I stared at the emblems before me, boldly written in black on a white plain sheet and they gawked back at me, I could almost hear them snickering and deriding me as my brows came together in turmoil, I could feel a pound in my head and my vision getting blurry and fogged and before I know it, I was slowly falling asleep but before my head could touch the desk, a palm supported my chin and my eyes instantly snapped open and glanced up and found Sean staring down at me in a pair of reading glasses, I grinned dreamily at how handsome and dishy he looked. I stood up from my seat and snaked my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest, listening to his calm and amicable heartbeat, I snuggled closer, enjoying the heat raging out from him.

He chuckled and softly stroked my hair, I nearly purred and whimper as I felt myself slipping in and out from his touch. "I thought you were reading Kitte