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would forgive him for not telling her sooner.
     
    Stella woke with a tingling feeling down her arm. She opened her eyes slowly, Tristan coming into her vision, his hand gently gliding over her exposed arm. He looked even more handsome than last night, she wondered if it was even possible for him to look bad. Unlikely . She smiled at the thought.
    “Good morning,” he said, gently kissing her forehead
    “Morning,” she replied, stretching out her body. “What time is it?”
    “Nearly six.”
    She gave a small growl, stretching her legs beneath the sheets. She would have to be up ready for work soon.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked with a concerned look on his face.
    “Nothing. I just have to get ready for work soon, and that’s the last thing I feel like doing.” Especially with you half naked in my bed , she silently thought. “Why are you awake anyway?”
    “I have to go back to my room soon, Ben doesn’t know I left last night. He is probably having a heart attack right now.”
    “Is Ben your brother or something?”
    “No,” he gave a small laugh. “Although he feels like it. No, Ben’s my agent.”
    “Oh.” Stella sounded surprised. “Agent for what?”
    He took a deep breath, whatever he was trying to say, he was finding it hard to find the words. “I’m a singer Stella.”
    She looked even more confused. “And… I’m assuming that’s a good thing Tristan?”
    “Kind of.” His face was strained. He looked hurt. “I’m a famous singer Stella. Have you ever heard of me, Tristan Woods. ”
    The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite pick why. “I don’t think so…”
    He gave a sigh then started to sing in the most saintly way, “It wasn’t up to you to decide for me to leave. I wanted to stay, and I needed you. I needed our love…” He had the most incredible voice, it was nothing like she’d ever heard before. She recognised the song, she had heard it on the radio, and she was sure Claire had played it before.
    “I recognise that song,” she said slowly, realising what it meant. What last night meant.
    “I’m sorry Stella. I should have told you from the beginning who I was. I wish I could stay with you, but I have to get back.” He handed her a piece of paper. “Here is my number. I want to see you again Stella, but you need to decide for yourself if you want to see me again. My life isn’t like others. Our relationship wouldn’t be a typical one. But I’m willing to make it work Stella.”
    Relationship? Stella turned over the word in her head as Tristan leant down and kissed her one last time. She felt the same sensations like the night before. But before she could relive her feelings, Tristan pulled away. He pulled himself off the bed, grabbing his shirt, still wet from the night before, and flung it over his shoulder.
    “I gotta go, but call me Stella, please,” he pleaded.
    She nodded giving a half-hearted smile, not knowing what she should say. She went into this with the notion they would only have that one night, no more. No relationship, no complications. Yet when Tristan had said the word relationship she found herself wanting one, one with him. Stella’s last relationship was four years ago. She had been with guys since, but never wanted anything more than a fling. She didn’t want a relationship, didn’t want anything serious. As she watched Tristan walk out the door she tried to think through what just happened.
    She was puzzled by his confession. He was a famous singer, but that’s all she knew, that’s all she had to go off. She decided she needed to find out more information about him, she quickly jumped up and grabbed her laptop from the chest of drawers. She sat back down on the bed, keeping herself wrapped in her sheet. She opened the laptop and waited for it to turn on. Why had Tristan been so concerned with her knowing who he was? Was he really that famous? She wouldn’t put it past her for not knowing who he was. She had spent the last