Chapter 61 Layla

• “Food’s almost ready,” Tristan says without turning to look at me.
• He’s wearing a singlet now, having removed his clothes. I stare at his back muscles. I see them moving like perfect gears in a machine as he fluidly moves around the kitchen. His pants cup his lean ass, and I remember how sexy it looked naked that night when he walked to the bathroom. Taut, pale, and—
• “My eyes are up here.” Tristan's voice jolts me, and I realize he’s been watching me stare at him.