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“Good morning, sweetheart!”
Tristan opened one eye to look up, seeing Ethan holding a tray with a rose and breakfast he’d made for her. She sighed and sat up, “Mornin’.”
He leaned down to kiss her cheek, “I made your favorite, French toast!”
Tristan forced a little smile, “Thanks.”
She ate in silence as Ethan rambled on about the romantic day he had planned for the two of them. At one time Ethan’s constant cuteness and eagerness to please (except for his complete cluelessness in bed) had been endearing to her, but as their relationship went on she realized she needed something that he just couldn’t give her. She wanted to think it wasn’t just the less-than-stellar sex that had her interest seriously waning, but she didn’t know.. whatever it was… was becoming a bigger issue to her all the time.
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Tristan settled back into the movie theater’s cushy seats, shifting around until she got semi-comfortable. It seemed to her that the movie was never going to end. She figured it was due in part to the lead actor in the movie reminded her of Nick and the sex scenes were practically killing her- making her body ache for a touch she missed more all the time.
She closed her eyes, trying to shift her focus from the movie- the sounds of kissing and moans onscreen. She knew she shouldn’t think of Nick so much- she’d let him go- but she couldn’t help it. He’d made her feel something, and so strongly, and she missed that. Missed him. Missed who she was with him. Someone that just wasn’t satisfied without him.
Ethan slipped his arm around Tristan’s shoulders, promising they could do what the onscreen couple was doing when they got back to his house.
“I can hardly wait.” Tristan replied, with more than a hint of sarcasm, but Ethan didn’t seem to notice.
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After feigning near exhaustion, Tristan had talked Ethan into taking her home after the movie, unenthusiastically promising him a rain check on the action he’d be missing.
She changed her clothes and started a load of laundry, a smile crossing her face when she picked up the turquoise tank-top she’d been wearing the night she met Nick. She tossed it in the washing machine, thinking about that night, then her initial reluctance to see him. But she knew now that had been the best thing she’d ever done for herself. Even though when she’d told him it was over, she’d thought she wasn’t the person he thought she was, she was reconsidering now. Or maybe it was just that being with him had changed her into that person- and now she couldn’t go back. Maybe she hadn’t been ready to see it before… but she wished she had.
She sighed and poured the detergent into the washer. What a night.
to part two