I tend to get into all the little details of a kiss
"Thank you," Lia said, staring up at him as she felt a surge of adoration in her chest. Tristan's eyes lowered, his long lashes touching the tops of his cheekbones. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a ghost of a smile, as if her appreciation pleased him. "Will you get in trouble? For not telling them?"
Tristan shrugged. "Probably."
"Doesn't that bother you?"
"Getting in trouble? Only when whatever I did isn't worth the punishment."
Lia tried to imagine anyone punishing Tristan and failed. He seemed like the type who would turn the punishment into something pleasurable simply to make them regret punishing him in the first place.
"Do you think it’ll be worth it this time?"
Tristan met Lia's eyes, "You're worth it," He said simply.
He sounded surprised to hear himself say it, but Lia guessed that nothing could compare to the shocked expression she wore. Lia felt suddenly aware of just how close they were sitting. With Tristan's hand propping himself up beside her pillows, he basically shared the bed with her. The thought brought a hot flush to Lia's cheeks, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from him. Her eyes swept over the soft waves that fell across his forehead, curling around his ears, to his hazel eyes, and lingered on his lips. Lia felt feverish with the immense restraint it took to keep her hands in her lap, so badly she wanted to reach out and run her knuckles against the shadowy stubble across his jaw. She'd never felt this before— this urge to touch another person so strong she felt as if she was burning from the inside out.
Tristan must have felt the same, for his eyes never left hers as he leaned closer. Slowly, he reached out to run the tips of his fingers lightly from the tender skin on the inside of Lia's wrist to the crook of her elbow and back down again. Lia shivered, and felt herself lean into him, raising her face to his in invitation. Tristan watched her through eyes hooded with desire as he brought his hand up again, further this time. Pushing the weight of her hair off of her shoulder, his hand lifted to cup the side of her neck. His thumb stroked her burning cheek as he leaned, slowly closing the distance between them before he brushed his lips across hers.
Tristan kissed her gently at first, then with greater pressure. Lia wrapped her arms around his neck, ignoring the pain in her ribs as she wound her fingers through the silky waves that curled against his neck. With a ragged gasp, his hand went around the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him. Lia could feel his heart racing, flush against her own, as he reached up with his other hand to pull the small tie at the neck of her nightgown. She gave a small cry of surprise against his mouth as he brushed his hand across her collarbone, running his finger softly along the small indentation above it.
Then, without warning, a sharp rap sounded on the door, and Lia broke away, startled. Tristan kept her in the crook of his arm, his chest rising and falling rapidly against her own as his eyes burned into hers. Slowly, he unwound his arm from her waist, and sat straight beside her.