Tristan didn't know what he had been thinking taking her to dance, all he knew was that a sharp possessiveness had surged through him, it had been so strong he couldn't stop it, and the idea of seeing her in Ryan's arms had felt so repulsive he had immediately gone to her.
He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her, not for a single second since he spotted her, and when he had held her close moving to the soft and slow music, a firm desire never to let her go had sharply gripped him inside.
His legs had moved before he could think and without even realizing it, he had pulled her to the dance floor, even with the dim lighting on the dance floor she had looked utterly beautiful, he had studied how a lovely pink color spread across her cheeks as he held her, her hands so soft and boneless in his grip, her waist still fit nicely in his arms, with every breath he took it smelled of her, roses and honey, sweet and fragrant.
