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system. I’ll make his life
hell, he’ll wish he’d never been born. If I find the fucker, I’ll have him
tortured, they can knee-cap him first then slowly pull his fucking fingernails
off, one by one,” he rants.
    “Stop,” I shout. “Please no more,” I say
weakly. I don't want to think or talk about him anymore. I stare back at his
big chocolate eyes I can see he’s still angry about it. His jaw tenses several
times, then he looks down at the floor, takes in a deep breath, and slowly
exhales it.
    “Better?” I ask.
    “No, not really,” he says looking down at
me. “But no more,” he adds repeating my words. I close my eyes in relief. I
feel Tristan pull me to him, crushing me against his body again.
    “Thank you,” I whisper.
    “Oh baby,” he coos, rocking me again. Then
he takes my hand and leads me over to the beanbags. We sit watching the fire
again, quietly sipping more brandy. Tristan hasn’t said anything more about it,
which I'm thankful for. I don't want to re-live it, I don't want to remember –
I just want to get better….
     
    I WAKE UP STARTLED. It’s
pitch black outside, so the only light is from the fire that’s still on,
keeping us warm. Tristan’s music is still playing. Rumer is singing Slow. I
turn and see Tristan is softly sleeping. Wow, he looks so cute and sexy at
the same time!
    I watch Tristan sleeping as I listen to the
words of the song. I wonder if this is how I make Tristan feel, because it’s
how he makes me feel, word for word. Suddenly one of his eyes flutter open and
he gazes up at me. I smile, feeling shy that he caught me watching him; he
silently reaches up and strokes my cheek.
    “You ok?” He croaks.
    “Yes, we fell asleep,” I whisper.
    “Yeah, I guess we did.” He smiles, then
yawns.
    “Come on, let’s go to bed.” I stand and
hold my hands out to him, he smiles enigmatically at me places his hands in
mine, and I pull him to his feet.
    “Why don’t you go up,” he says. “I’ll
switch everything off.”
    “I’ll stay,” I whisper, not wanting to be
apart from him. I don’t like big houses with dark rooms, they scare me.
    He cocks his head to the side. “You don’t
want to go up?”
    “No, not without you,” I whisper.
    “Why?” He asks his eyebrows pulled
together.
    I stare down at the floor. “I don’t like
dark, empty places, reminds me of being a kid.” I shudder slightly and wrap my
arms around myself.
    Tristan frowns and nods once. “I can
understand that,” he softly says.
    I smile up at him, feeling shy again. His
eyes darken and that magnetic pull fills my stomach again. Slowly, he reaches
out, takes my face in his hands and softly kisses me, making my stomach flutter
madly. Then he lets go, bends down and switches of the fire and the music.
    Taking my hand, we pad into the kitchen. “Want
some water?” He asks.
    “Please.” He fills two glasses and hands
one to me. “Oh! My bags,” I squeak remembering them.
    “I’ll get them,” he says passing me his
water. I watch Tristan walk down the hallway, pick up my overnight bag and my
handbag and walk back over to me.
    “I have to say, it doesn’t suit you,” I
giggle.
    “What?” He questions.
    “The handbag,” I say cocking an eyebrow up.
    He looks down at the bag on his shoulder. “Yes,
I have to agree, here.” He pulls the bag off his shoulder and hands it to me. I
throw it over my shoulder and giggle up at him. “Yes, definitely suits you more,”
he says leaning down to kiss me. I can't help giggling again. “I love that
sound,” he says.
    “What?” I laugh.
    “You giggling, it’s very sweet,” he says, tucking
my hair behind my ear then he leans down and kisses my forehead. “Shall we?” he
says, gesturing for me to go first.
    “Yes.” I smile up at him and we silently head
up the stairs.
    As we reach the master suite, Tristan
flicks the light on. I eye the big bed with renewed appreciation. Placing my
glass on the floor, I collapse onto the