She watched his cheeks crimson, his hold around her loosening a bit as he tried to control the flood of foreign embarrassing feelings that coursed through him.
"Tristan." She called, getting his attention. "Look at me."
"I'm looking at you." He managed to defend, despite the thundering palpations in his chest.
"Yours eyes are on me, but your mind isn't." She pointed. The look in his eyes told her that she'd finally gotten his full attention. She searched his eyes and face for possible emotions he was expected to feel.
Luckily, she couldn't find any regrets or anger. Just embarrassment.
"It's okay to be vulnerable, Trist. You're an Alpha. Not God." She pacified, cupping his chin with her palm.
He swallowed silently, not knowing what response to give.
