Forever Yours by Nicole Salmond Page A

you,” she whispered, letting her lips linger on his mouth. She wanted to be with him, the way they had been intimate the night at the hotel three months ago, but she knew she was doing the right thing. She needed to take things slow, make sure this was what they both wanted.
    “So what now?” Stella asked.
    “You tell me,” he said with a husky voice, as he kissed her again, she melted in his arms. She had dreamt about the moment they would be together again many times in the months after their first encounter, and now it was finally happening. This was real.

 

     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Stella woke the next morning with the sudden fear that Tristan had left her when she found the bed empty and Tristan nowhere to be seen. Quickly leaping from the bed she walked over to the door leading out of the bedroom. She opened it, searching for him. She spotted him on the long white leather lounge talking on his phone, and let out a sigh of relief. Although she didn’t believe Tristan could just leave her, especially after recent events, she still found herself hesitant in truly trusting him. It had happened to her once before, by someone she once thought she loved. He had left her, and Tristan could do the same just as easily right now.
    Tristan smiled up at her and signalled he was nearly finished, so she decided not to hover and turned back into the room. The room was still dark, the curtains drawn closed. Looking at the clock, she saw it was nearly ten in the morning. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept in so late. Stella thought about convincing Tristan to come back to bed with her so they could spend the day together, but quickly realised she had no idea what his plans were today. He clearly had a lot going on, unlike herself . She sighed, her life was anything but interesting.
    She walked to the sliding doors, grabbing the curtains in her hands to open them, she wasn’t one to sleep the day away and she wasn’t about to do it with Tristan in the other room. She wanted to learn more about him, about his life, but most of all, she wanted to know where they stood with their relationship.
    Before she could open the curtains she heard a voice behind her, startling her. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stella quickly let her arms fall and turned to see Tristan standing at the doorway holding a tray in his hand “Unless of course you want pictures of yourself dressed like that all over the media.” His eyes moved up and down her body, raising his eyebrow as he did this. She quickly looked down, realising she was still wearing his shirt, exposing her legs. She hadn’t even thought about the media being outside, waiting to take photos of him at any possible opportunity.
    “Is it always like that? People waiting to snap pictures of you,” she asked.
    “Unfortunately yes,” he sighed, walking over to the nearby table, placing the tray down. “But it comes with the territory. Breakfast?” he asked her, pointing to the tray on the table.
    “Yes please,” Stella replied. She normally ate breakfast at seven in the morning, she could hear her tummy rumble at the mention of food.
    They both sat down at the table across from each other, Stella picking out the bits of bacon to eat while Tristan sipped on his coffee. He looked towards the balcony sliding doors. “Sometimes it feels like I’m trapped in this bubble. Everyone watching me, waiting for me to screw up, waiting for me to fail. I think about running away and leaving it all behind.”
    Stella could see the frown forming on his face. “So why don’t you?”
    “I wish it was that easy. No matter where I go they will still follow me. They have a way of finding you when you think no one can.” He exhaled, “Plus I love singing, I don’t know if I could give it up, it’s the best thing I have in my life. Well, of course until now.” He smiled at her now. “You’re the first person in a long time that I feel safe with. That I don’t feel