For weeks now Tristan had been dreading Saturday and Sunday. The two days of the week where he had no legitimate excuse to run away from Ariel.
He had seriously been considering just adding himself to a project that required a lot of extra work, just so he could be away from the penthouse on weekends.
But now he could not imagine himself being anywhere else. After all, Tristan was sitting on the couch. his head resting against a cushion placed over the back of the chair, and next to him Ariel was snuggled in clothes. Her head against his chest, his fingers running up and down her arm.
