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Adler. “What are you doing here?” Tristan’s words slurred when he spoke, and his legs wobbled when he pushed himself out of the chair. He watched as Adler came to his rescue before he tumbled into the gas fireplace, and Desiree went to pick up his phone or the pieces. He didn’t know at this point.
“I, my dear cousin, was bringing my beautiful date back to our place and was hopefully going to have my way with her.”
Desiree smacked his arm.
“Ouch.” He laughed. “But it looks like we’re going to be babysitting you instead. What an awesome trade-off.”
Desiree intercepted the conversation. “I guess Stacey didn’t appreciate that you didn’t tell her you knew the doctor bitchy she was complaining about?”
Tristan shot her a look.
“He filled me in.” She pointed at Adler. “It then made sense. I was there when she was talking about it.”
“Was that just last night?” How could things become so messed up in such a short amount of time? His head was swimming. “I think I’ll lie here and sleep.” He slurred.
Desiree raised her eyes.
Tristan breathed hard, and Adler led him to the couch. “Des, grab the comforter from the spare room. “
“Are you crazy? It’s going to be cold tonight.”
He brushed her concern away. “Trust me. He’ll be fine. It’s not the first time one of us has passed out out here.”
Stacey lay in her bed. She had cried all the tears she had, which, surprisingly, was more than she had ever cried before. It could be because she was never in love with anyone before, but she refused to go there.
Was it just last night that she opened her heart to him and told him she loved him? Did she honestly think what they did today was more than sex? That they actually made…she hated to think it… Love?
There was a pain so deep in her chest she needed it out. Why did he turn out like all the others?I thought he was different. I thought I could trust him.She knew better. A sigh left her throat. When she thought of the time they spent talking, dancing, being together, making love… She knew things were different with Tristan. She couldn’t have been wrong about him.
Finally, she grabbed her phone and noticed his text. He wanted to talk. She answered him.
((It’s late. But let’s talk tomorrow. Come over around ten. I miss you already.))
She waited and waited. No response.
She went and brushed her teeth and washed her face, getting ready for bed.
Still no answer.
She grabbed a book and tried to read, but no luck. She couldn’t focus, so she checked her phone one last time. He still hadn’t answered.
She fell asleep wondering why he was ignoring her, and her anger crept back in.
Stacey rolled over as rays of sunlight filled her room.
Her eyes fluttered open just a sliver. At first, she forgot what day it was. She grabbed her phone, saw it was nine ten, and realized it was Sunday.
Memories of last night came flooding back to her, and she checked to see if she had a text from Tristan. Her heart fell when there was still nothing there.
Maybe he read it and answered and forgot to press send. Just in case, she hopped out of bed and into the shower. The hot water felt good as it washed away the tears and heartache. Being Sunday, she headed downstairs to grab a cup of coffee and a banana. She’d wait to eat when she met everyone at The Pizza Place after they got out of church, or maybe she’d end up with Tristan talking, or even better yet, making up.
She stood in the kitchen by the window, watching squirrels in the yard. Her heart fluttered as she thought of him. She could feel his hands on hers as he pulled her to him, their lips connecting and leading to… other things. Her body tingled just thinking about it.This mess is just a big misunderstanding. He didn’t lie intentionally.Her heart fell, and a weight filled her. But there were plenty of times that he could have said something. It wouldn’t have been hard.
Yes. It would have been very simple. Her insides boiled as she thought more about it. He deceived her knowingly and purposely.If he shows up, we’ll talk, but his explanation better be good.
As ten o’clock came and went, and ten-thirty turned to eleven, the lump in her chest that she was trying to ignore took over and exploded. She thought her heart was going to break as the tears rushed out. She was hoping things would have been easy to mend, but with him not returning her messages, it wasn’t feeling like he really cared.
Fine.
