“Here you go Ma’am.” Tristan sat down next to Rosalie at the table with two glasses of champagne.
“Thank you.”
“This sure is a nice place.” Tristan glanced around at the elaborately decorated reception hall based in a famous old hotel in the heart of historic downtown Denver.
“Mmm I agree.” Rosalie took a sip of her champagne, glancing over the brim of the glass to take a good look at Tristan. He was quite the site. Tristan was wearing black slacks, coat and a button up black shirt, which was casually unbuttoned at the top to reveal a teasing glimpse of his olive colored skin. The man looked like a rogue and Rosalie was having trouble keeping her eyes off him. It had been hard enough to not think of him during the wedding ceremony with his body pressing up against hers in the crowded church.
Tristan had not been oblivious to her eyes.
“I have not had the chance to tell you how great you look tonight, Rose. Simply gorgeous…” Tristan smiled and Rosalie blushed a bit. The man made her feel like a naïve school girl.
“Well then, maybe someone shouldn’t have been a tad late to the wedding.”
Tristan laughed and pushed back his chair to stand, “Well then, I guess I should make up for that. Would you like to dance, Rose?”
Maybe it was his deep voice and the way he said her name or the way he stood above her, his hand outstretched, waiting for his touch; either way, there was no way she could say no to this man. That alone, was a very scary revelation.
“Of course.” With that reply Tristan swept her into his arms and out to the dance floor along with the newly wedded couple and other guests.
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Many glasses of champagne and dances later, Tristan and Rosalie took their seats again at their table.
“I think I have had way too much to drink! Did you have plans to get me drunk tonight, Tristan?” Rosalie leaned in Tristan’s direction, her finger accusingly pressed into his chest.
Tristan grabbed her hands and held them captive in his lap, making Rosalie lean in even further. “Oh you know I would never do that!”
“Yes you would! Remember when we would raid your dad’s alcohol stash and go out to the river with everyone? God, we were so young and dumb but those were good times.” Rosalie smiled while reminiscing on years past.
Tristan laughed, “Oh, I remember that you were quite the alcoholic!”
“Tristan! I was not!” Rosalie gasped then laughed at his comment.
“I know.” Tristan winked at her and then his face grew more serious. “We made some pretty good memories…”
Rosalie’s face also grew more serious and she had to glance away before looking at him again. “Yes, we really did.”
“That last summer was really the best…” Tristan leaned back in his chair, finishing off the last of his champagne.
Rosalie said nothing. She knew exactly what they were both thinking about and was silent, pretending to be intrigued with the lingering guests left dancing. Tristan’s deep draw got her attention.
“Rose…” Turning, Rosalie met Tristan’s eye contact again, seeing something different in their deep green pools. She couldn’t look away from his hard, entrancing gaze.
“Do you love him?” It took Rosalie a second for Tristan’s question to register. She stalled with her reply before answering.
“I…well of course I do, Tristan. He’s going to be my husband.” Rosalie felt like her chest was going to explode and her head suddenly felt very woozy. She knew she shouldn’t have drunk as much as she did.
“Are you sure?”
Rosalie had to look away for the fear that Tristan would read too deeply into the truth hidden in her eyes. Rosalie had begun to ask herself this very question the past few weeks but she would never let him know that.
Rosalie got up from her chair and walked out, suddenly feeling very sober. Tristan followed her and caught up with her fast, taking a hold of her arm and turning her to face him again. “Tristan, I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” They found their selves in a room all alone. Rosalie struggled to leave his grasp again but failed when she found herself pinned against the wall.
“Let me go.”
“Rose, you are drunk and pissed off at me. I’m not going to let you go.” Their faces and bodies were suddenly so close. Rose was beginning to feel light headed, but this time it was not from the alcohol. They both could feel heat and tension rising in their bodies from the nearness of each other. Suddenly, their lips met and their bodies melded together in a hungry, untamed passion. Their kisses were rough and hurried. Tristan’s hands moved to frame her face then down, exploring her body and making each of their bodies even hotter.
Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit Rosalie and she pulled away from Tristan.
“I need to go.” Rosalie started to walk off but Tristan’s voice stopped her.
“Rosalie, wait…”
“No, Tristan. I can’t.” Rosalie left Tristan’s sight and he did not try to stop her again. Tristan found a chair nearby and sunk into it. His body was still shaking from the passion he had encountered just moments before. He had been through two tours in Iraq but the passion and feelings that surfaced around one woman scared him more than anything.
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