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Part 7
Friday, December 10th, 2010
Buena Vista, Colorado
“Rose, can you fetch a refill on the eggnog? There should be plenty in the fridge in the kitchen.” Rosalie walked out of the packed living room and into the kitchen, lending a helping hand to her talkative, party hostess mother, whose infamous Holiday party was one that many looked forward to and fit in to their hectic holiday schedules. The house was filling to the brim with jolly guests ready for a night of good food, spirits, and good times. Everyone had arrived except one, Rosalie noticed.
Rosalie was just about to bring the eggnog out when her mother entered the kitchen. “I’ll get that, honey; you go out and enjoy yourself. Tristan’s here and he’s looking mighty fine tonight.”
“Mom! You can’t keep trying to pawn off your engaged daughter!” Rosalie couldn’t help but smile at her comment. Her mother had always been very fond of Tristan.
“Oh, Rose, just go enjoy yourself. Catch up! I know you too probably have lots to talk about.” With that comment, Rosalie’s mother exited the kitchen, secretly grinning to herself.
“That’s the problem. I may enjoy myself too much,” said Rosalie to herself.
Rosalie walked out of the kitchen and rounded the corner into the living room, only to walk straight into a big, broad, muscular wall; Tristan Channing, to be exact.
“Just the woman I was looking for.” Tristan smiled down at Rosalie as she stood there trapped in Tristan’s arms, desire flooding her body.
“Tristan…”
“Don’t I get a kiss?” Tristan flashed his roguish grin and Rosalie felt herself melting more into his arms. Looking up, she realized what had sparked his comment.
“Not so fast, stud.” Rosalie was determined to stand her ground and not give in to the temptation.
“But we’re under the mistletoe. It’s a tradition.” They could both feel their want of each other. The feeling was unmistakable.
“No.” Rosalie backed out of Tristan’s arms and began to walk away but not before he grabbed her hand and drug her into an empty room, closing the door behind them.
Before they knew it they were in each other’s arms again. Tristan pinned Rosalie up against the door with his tempting body, taking her mouth with his and probing it with his tongue in a sensual, rhythmic dance. His hands were everywhere on her body: up the bare skin of her thighs, her waist, under her shirt, cupping her breasts and finally, framing her face with his hands and pulling his mouth away.
“Should have kissed me under the mistletoe.” Tristan gave Rose another one of his roguish grins and opened the door, leaving her with her head still spinning, her clothes disheveled, and her heart in knots.
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Later that night, as the party was winding down and the guests were leaving, Rosalie helped her mother clean up its remnants in the kitchen. She had avoided Tristan for the rest of the night but had not escaped his piercing gaze until now.
“Thanks for helping me out tonight, hun. Sure was a great party! I think this one makes the all time top five greatest.”
“Oh, I’ll have agree with that one.” Rosalie finished washing up dishes, thinking about the events of that night.
“How about you head on home. I can finish up from here.”
“Are you sure, mom?”
“Yep!”
Rosalie dried her hands, “I’m going to run out and start my car, be right back.”
Rosalie got her keys and walked out into the cold snowy night to start her car, only to have it not start.
“You have got to be kidding me!” After numerous unsuccessful attempts, Rosalie walked back into the house. She would have to get a ride home because there was no way she was going to mess with jumping starting her car in this weather, she thought to herself.
“Having some car trouble are we?” Frustrated and not having heard his approach Rosalie looked up to find Tristan leaning against her car door.
“Yeah, seems like it. Just great.”
“Let me give you a ride home, Rose. I’ll bring ya back tomorrow and I’ll jump start it for you.
“Okay…” Rosalie got out of the car and walked over to get into Tristan’s warm truck.
They soon drove off and silence pierced the air for the entire drive. Finally, they arrived at Rosalie’s house and Tristan got out to walk her to her front door. Rose fumbled for her keys but then stopped and turned to Tristan when she found them. They stood there for a moment looking at each other as snow danced around them.
“Would you like to come in for a glass a wine?” Rosalie couldn’t say goodbye just yet. There was too much tension in the air to do such a thing.
“Yes.” Tristan’s voice was brimming with desire.
Rosalie took off her coat, walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red wine to open. She walked to her kitchen table with the bottle and two glasses in hand. Her hands were shaking as she opened the bottle and Tristan was suddenly behind her, wrapping his arms around her and capturing her hands with his own, pulling her body to his. He lightly kissed an exposed shoulder and she turned to face him. Their bodies wrapped together and their lips pressed together in a seemingly endless, passionate kiss. Tristan lifted Rosalie to sit on the table and her legs wrapped around him. His hands snaked up her skirt, along the inside of her thighs and past the hottest part of her to her hips. Rosalie unbuttoned Tristan’s shirt and tore it off of his body, dragging her hands along every curve of chiseled muscle and down to graze the front of his pants in a teasing manner.
Tristan growled low in his throat at Rosalie’s touch and took off her shirt in response. Their bodies were melded together in sweet ecstasy, want, and desire. They wanted each other, needed each other. Tristan’s hands wandered back up under her skirt as Rosalie dug her hands into his hair, pulling him in for a searing kiss as Tristan pulled her panties off. Rosalie pulled away from his kiss and gasped against his lips as two of his fingers slipped inside her wet core. His touch was comparable to nothing else and it instilled greater want in her: the want for all of him.
Rosalie started to fumble with the button on Tristan’s pants but his hands took the place of hers, unbuttoning and unzipping them, making himself completely naked. Tristan pulled her forward as she wrapped her legs tighter around him and he entered her. His hands dug into her hips as he met her rhythm with his own. Leaning all the way back on the table, flat on her back, Rosalie took Tristan even deeper, their lovemaking getting faster and harder until they both collapsed in the shrill ecstasy together.
They made love many times that night, repeatedly exploring each other’s bodies until they collapsed into a dead sleep, not thinking about anything else than falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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Rosalie woke up to the sun shining on her face and her bed empty. Realization suddenly flooded her and tears flooded her eyes. Composing herself, she threw on a tank top and shorts and walked in to the kitchen, finding a short note that Tristan had left:
Rose,
You were too beautiful to wake. Be back soon…
Tristan
A thousand emotions flooded Rosalie and tears fell from her eyes. She had the most incredible night with the greatest man but had cheated on her fiancé, whom she had always sworn to have loved. The realization of her actions took hold in her mind, covering up the truth of her feelings.
“I have to call him, I can’t see him!” Rosalie said to herself. Picking up the phone, Rosalie dialed Tristan’s number only to reach his voicemail.
“Tristan…Last night …was …last night should not have happened….” Rosalie hung up. She couldn’t bring herself to say anymore. Just then she heard her front door open and Tristan walk in.
Tristan walked straight to her to take her in his arms but stopped when he saw her red eyes and damp cheeks.
“Rose…”
“We need to talk.” Rosalie averted her gaze from his. She couldn’t do this again. She didn’t want to say goodbye but she had to.
“I know.” Silence fell upon them for a moment until Tristan said what he felt.
“Look Rose, Last night was incredible. As much as I should, I don’t regret it…. ”
Rosalie looked up into his eyes but then looked away when she spoke. “Tristan, last night was a mistake. Nothing but a mistake.”
Darkness exhumed his eyes and his face took on a solemn expression.
“You can’t mean that you felt nothing Rose, that it was purely sex…”
“I love Micah, Tristan!” As soon as she said it, Rosalie realized how much she was hurting Tristan with her words.
“Oh, do you? The man is a fool for not realizing the woman you are.” he said sarcastically.
“Do not say that!” She turned with an exasperated sigh and leaned into the counter.
“Please, just leave..”
“Rose…” Tristan started to walk to her but her words stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Please Tristan…”
Tristan sensed the tears falling down her cheek even with her back to him.
Tristan turned and slowly walked towards the door. As he placed his hand on the doorknob with his back to her, Tristan told her exactly what he had wanted to tell her for longer than he could ever remember.
“I have loved you my entire life… The last I would ever want to do is hurt you. Goodbye Rosalie.”
Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat with his last words. Outside, she heard the tires of his truck kick up gravel and his truck speed off, leaving her lost in her thoughts and in the midst of another goodbye.
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