Tristan sits next to you, his arm wrapping around your thigh, his hand sliding up your leg. His touch is soft and warm, and you can feel the heat of his body seeping through his thin shirt.

He leans in, resting his head on your shoulder, and you can hear the soft sigh that escapes his lips. His grip on your thigh tightens, and he nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your scent like a drug.

"Can you hold me?" he whispers