Tristan thought he felt a familiar presence, the air he breathed in seemed to carry a familiar sweet fragrance he hadn't been able to forget. Swiftly, his eyes turned towards the gate but there was no one there. His sharp brows pulled together in a frown.
He could have sworn he felt something just now, as If a pair of eyes were watching him from a distance, as if the presence he quietly longed for in his bed every night were somewhere near.
Had he started to grow wishful thinking?
Was it his mind playing tricks on him to create images and feelings of her around him when she wasn't there at all?
Why couldn't he stop thinking about that woman?
Why was she repeatedly returning into his mind like a redundant dream his subconscious didn't want to end?
"You always think about work Tristan." The woman clinging against his chest muttered.
A look of irritation flashed past his hazel eyes as he felt the pair of arms still hugging him tightly without letting go.
