Chapter 225

As soon as Cassandra opened the door, Tristan spun her around and pulled her inside. The door slammed shut behind them. Under the dim light of the entryway, Tristan pressed her against the door, his deep eyes locked on hers, pulling her in like two swirling whirlpools. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Cassandra could see a peculiar haze in his gaze, a certain vulnerability that made his usually sharp features look much gentler under the low light. Cassandra's breath caught in her throat. She stared at him, forgetting even to breathe. Her eyes shone like they'd been kissed by water, bright and soul-stirring. Tristan slid one hand behind her neck, pulling her close. She tumbled into his arms, and even through their clothes, she could feel the heat of his body. With his other hand, Tristan tilted her chin up and captured her lips, stealing her breath and voice. A soft moan slipped from Cassandra's lips. Her gentle murmur brushed against Tristan's nerves like a feather, making his