A strange hug with heavy touch of heart beats

Tristan's POV

Those were the two conclusions I’d come to the moment Aria took off her wet cloth when she draped herself again into the pool; it came with an irritating sense of acquiescence that she was a gorgeous woman, and she was incredibly sexy.

It had been very busy over the couple of days, but I couldn't be more distracted by her presence.

She was everywhere, everywhere at the house, everywhere out of it and everywhere in my mind.

It was effortless because she had been avoiding me over a couple of days for something I am not apparent about.

Yet, I could only focus on one goddamn

thing despite how busy I had been with the pack business over the couple of days, and of course, it was her, Aria.

God-damn.

Molded bit by bit crafted into perfection, a mind-blowing perfection, and I was lucky to have her at least at my corner.

Something kept ringing in my ears to speak to her but looking around and seeing Carl in the pool splashing around and laughing, I don't seem it fit as the right