Celine shifted in her sleep a bit, she felt her body engulfed in a warm, secure embrace then slowly opened her eyes. The room was illuminated by the moon which had risen to a point where it was visible.
She found herself still on the sofa, not remembering when she had fallen asleep or when she had gotten into this position.
Tristan was gently holding her in his arms. He was still asleep, she lifted her head, gazing silently at his face with a lingering longing in her eyes.
'If only...' she thought, 'If only I could really have you, but maybe we aren't meant to be.'
Her eyes teared up a bit, there were so many complications around them and no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, she couldn't deny the feelings that were building in her heart for him. But she couldn't let herself fall in love with him, she just couldn't.
What did he feel for her exactly, desire?
