❝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 ⚠

"𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴, 𝓥𝓮𝓻," 𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴. "𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼..."