Tristan ignored the small ache in his chest as he got up and quickly put on some clothes, he strode decisively towards the door but his steps unconsciously came to a halt and his eyes drifted towards the bathroom one more time.
For a second, his rigid expression almost melted.
There was a strong urge to turn his steps, walk into the bathroom and introduce her to the new delights of sex in the shower.
He let out a low curse, just the thought of it was causing his body to heat up, reacting fiercely to the image of her bathed in the warm shower of water droplets.
He had to leave because he was certain if he set his eyes on her again, he wouldn't be able to control himself. She had that effect on him, making him lose control even when he fought it.
Without waiting for another second longer, he left the suite.
Upon stepping out of his private elevator, he met Kaleb who was leaning against the wall, the latter immediately broke off a big yawn when he spotted Tristan.
