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    I force my hands into his hair pulling his
lips harder against mine, then I wrap my legs around him, using my heels to
push his backside, his erection deeper into me. I want to feel him inside me.
    Tristan suddenly freezes. “Stop!” He shouts,
staring down at me with dark eyes. He sits up pulling me with him so I’m straddling
him again. We stare at each other, almost nose to nose, both panting heavily.
    “Did I do something wrong?” I ask.
    “No.” He shakes his head. “I just....” He
runs a hand through his hair then gazes at me for a moment. Without a word, he
strokes my cheek, his face looks torn, like he doesn’t know what to say or do.
    “What is it?” I ask placing my hand against
his as it rests on my cheek.
    “You freaked out earlier then you left me,”
he says darkly. “I don't know why, I just don’t want you to feel like you have
to do anything you’re not ready to do’ – I place my finger against his lips to
silence him.
    “I was ready then,” I tell him but he still
looks concerned.
    “I can't take that chance,” he says shaking
his head.
    “Take what chance?” I squeak.
    “You leaving me again,” he breathes.
    “But’ – “Coral, I’m not going to do
anything until you’re ready to tell me.” He says his voice firm, his dark
chocolate eyes seeing straight through me.
    I sigh heavily. “You’re not going to let
this go, are you?” Tristan shakes his head at me. Great! So, he’s not
going to have sex with me unless I tell him why I freaked out earlier? I shake
my head in annoyance. I don’t want to tell him, but I want him and I want it to
stop. I want to stop freaking out about it.
    “You’re not going to like it,” I tremble,
pulling my gaze away from his.
    “I want to know,” he tells me softly. “You
can tell me anything baby.”
    “You’re going to regret you said that,” I
choke out nervously.
    “Am I?” he says, gripping my face in his
hands so I have to look at him. His face is contorted as though he’s in pain.
“Tell me,” he orders.
    And just like that all my defenses fall
down and I blurt it out. “I was raped,” I whisper.
    Tristan’s eyes narrow for a moment then
widen with shock. In a flash, he is up on his feet glaring down at me. His jaw
is set, his teeth grinding together, and his hands are clenched into fists; the
tendons and veins in his forearms sticking up in response. His breathing is
heavy, eyes dilated, almost black. He looks really, really, angry – Shit!
    I can’t let this come between us – I can't
lose him because of this.
    “Tristan,” I beg holding my hand out to
him. “Please don’t let this change how you feel about me, I’m begging you.” He
silently holds up his forefinger in response, I stop talking.
    Once his breathing has calmed down, he
finally speaks to me. “Give me a minute,” he says and storms off to the
downstairs bathroom – Fuck what have I done, I knew this would happen.
    I grip my head in my hands and start to
rock myself. The angry tears are back, I fight against them, but they silently
fall against my cheeks. Now I’m really pissed – It seemed like the right thing
to do, George said I should tell him, and if we had ended up staying together,
I know I would have eventually told him – Fuck what have I done?
    Strong arms envelope me from behind – I snap
my head up just as Tristan crushes me to him, so hard in fact I have to tell
him. “Tristan...c-can't....b-b-breath.....” He relaxes his grip a little, but
still says nothing. My heart slowly relaxes. He came back. I haven’t lost him – Well, at least I don’t think I have?
    “Tristan,” I whisper turning around,
gripping onto his vest and crushing myself harder against him. “Please...say
something.” He doesn’t respond with words. He just crushes me harder against
him, his arms wrapped tightly around me, and starts rocking me back and forth,
staring blankly into the fire.
    “Don’t feel sorry for me,” I croak.
    He