Chapter 89Tristan’s gaze burned into mine, intense and heavy, like he could see every thought swirling in my head. He stood abruptly, his broad shoulders shifting under his shirt. “Let me get something for your leg,” he said, his voice low, almost too calm. Before I could respond, he was gone, the door clicking softly behind him.Alone, I tightened the towel against my skin, my fingers trembling slightly. My mind replayed his words from earlier.Did he really mean it when he said he'll only touch me when I say it? Every look, every brush of his hand, felt like he was waiting for me to break first. Was I supposed to spell it out for him? Beg? The thought made my cheeks flush, a mix of frustration and heat pooling in my chest. I wanted him to see it through the way my breath hitched when he was near, the way my body leaned toward him without my permission. Couldn’t he feel my heart pound? Didn't he hear it? I puffed out a breath, annoyed, but beneath it, my skin tingled with antici
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