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He was big and strong, al in his size His shoulders were so broad that I swore he filled the entire doorway His eyes were so dark, almost black, but I didn’t know if it was the actual color or because the pupils were so dilated

I didn’t kno long we stood there staring at each other, our gazes locked almost intimately, but it felt like an eternity, a moment frozen in time One I wasn’t too quick to end because it s

And then he was pushing open the screen door, and I had to reht not have really known Tristan Black, but looking into his rugged face, the scruff that covered his cheeks and jaw, the way hethere, it felt like I’d been waiting for thistime

It was like I’d been waiting to see him

It was the strangest feeling in the world, and one I shouldn’t have let consuhts I should’ve been terrified about theht in some inexplicable way

“Well—” I breathed out on an exhale and felt a little eht’ve seemed draave an aard laugh and immediately felt my face heat

The corner of his , or more so, he found ot even hotter I was e at a loose thread onback and forth on my feet

I wanted to telllike this, why I couldn’t control athered ainst his chest, the feel of all those hard slabs ofot fully into the foyer and heard the screen door close, the fra almost… final

I turned around to face him, the shadows in the house fro in the sky, s seem a little hazy, a little less real

“Do you want to do this in the kitchen?”

I felt my eyes widen andinto the gutter I ducked th fall of my blond hair hopefully conceal my no doubt tomato red face

I nodded but didn’t look at him, and a second later he ain at how big his body was, how hard and broad his shoulders and chest were, how extremely masculine every inch of Tristan Black was