Bab 205: New stone

"What do you think?" he interrupted, grinning down at her. "Do you want me to tell you what you want to hear or what I saw?"

"Why would you—"

"Because you were moaning loud enough to wake the dead, and your sheets smelled like you've been masturbating for a couple of hours," he answered bluntly.

She paled slightly, her cheeks darkening as she glanced over her shoulder towards her bedroom door.

"Th-that's none of your business!" she stammered angrily.

"But it is my business," Tristan replied confidently. He walked forward again, closing the distance between them. "And now that we know each other better, it should be much easier for us both."

[Love meter: 45/100]

He grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her closer, forcing her to look back at him.

"Look at me," he commanded sternly.

"Fine, fine," she grumbled, her gaze lowering to the ground.