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.His eyes have dilated, his cheeks are flushed, his breathing heavy, and he’s radiating sexiness.“Yes,” I whisper my breathing just as hard.Tristan leans forward I think he’s going to kiss me, my mouth instantly goes dry, he’s so close –“What happened to you Coral?” I frown back at him.“In the car you told me you find men creepy.I can understand you being the way you are because of your parents and their complete lack of care for you.But something else happened, what is it?” I clam up inside.“Coral!” He admonishes.I slowly turn away from him trying to keep as calm as possible.“I c-can’t.” I look back at him.“Tristan I.it’s really not something I want to.” I sigh heavily.“I’m not even sure if I will ever tell you, I just don’t know.” I add.“I wish you would, was it your Dad? Did he beat you’ – “Stop!” I place my finger over his lips.“I don’t want retribution, it happened and there’s nothing I can do about it except live my life to the fullest, the best way I can.” Tristan glares back at me.“I mean it Tristan.This may sound strange to you but.” I take a deep breath, I’m not even sure if I want to tell him.Whenever I think of what happened to me, I think Karma, what goes around comes around.I’m pretty sure those people that did those things to me will get their comeuppance, someday.“Tell me Coral, what are you thinking?” He asks running his fingers through my hair.“Karma.” I whisper, staring straight ahead.“Karma?”“Uh-huh.” Tristan pulls on my chin so I have to turn and look at him.“Karma, you believe in it?” I nod silently.Tristan stares blankly ahead.“What goes around comes around,” he mumbles to himself, then turns his penetrating gaze on me.“What else do you believe in?” His face is unreadable so I decide to go on.“Spirit, the universe, that we are all connected.” I whisper feeling silly for sharing my beliefs with him - I’ve never shared them with anyone.“I like that.” He says brushing his thumb across my bottom lip.“Can you teach me?” he asks.“Um.well, I can give you books to read.I think you have to come to your own conclusion about what it all means to you.” I answer feeling as though I’m blushing.Tristan smiles his deep dimpled smile.“I’d like that.” He takes my hand in his and kisses it.And I don’t know why, but I feel as though I want a really long hug.“Will you do something for me?” I whisper.“Anything,” he answers in his husky voice.I put down my wine and stand up giving him my hand as I do, Tristan takes hold of it.I pull him to his feet, then fling my arms around him and squeeze him tight.My head resting against his beating heart.“Is this what you want?” He asks sounding a little confused.“Yes.” I whisper.Tristan’s arms envelope me, and I sink into the peacefulness of the feeling.I feel safe, secure and so content.I wish I could stay like this forever, it feels so wonderful.I notice the music is still playing in the background and that it has flipped onto the next album.Dionne Warwick’s This Girl’s In Love With You is playing, it’s one of my old mixed tapes that I transferred to my player.It’s been years since I’ve listened to it.“This is a favourite track of mine,” Tristan softly says.I look up at him.“Well the Herb Albert one, you know the guy in love.” He smiles.I nod knowing the song.“Let me guess, your Grandpa?”“Yep, big fan.”“Yeah, Gladys likes Dionne, kind of gets you into it doesn’t it.”“It does indeed.” Tristan pulls away from me and I am momentarily gutted, until he holds out his hands to me.“Dance with me?” He asks.“Here?” I question, blinking up at him.“Yes.” He has his hands held out waiting for me.“What old style?” I squeak.“Yes.” His face is dead serious.“I-I…don’t know how to do that.” I whisper.“I’ll show you.” He says.Tristan takes my left hand and places it on his right shoulder, wrapping his right arm around my waist he pulls me in so that our bodies are touching.He clutches my right hand with his and places them against his chest.Then he gazes down at me, and starts to slowly move us around my tiny studio.Tristan moves with grace and such fluid movements, that it’s evident he’s done this before, and does it very, very well.“You’ve done this before.” I say dreamily.“Yes,” he croaks huskily.“My Grandparents went to a dancing club every Wednesday and Saturday evening, I went along with them.”“Oh that explains it,” I answer as Tristan twirls us around some more.“Why do you think people stopped dancing like this? It’s really nice.”“I don’t know.Maybe the music changed, so it changed people styles [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]