like you’re just with me because of what I am. You’re with me for me. I feel so happy with you, it’s like you’ve lit a fire inside of me. Made me feel alive again, made me feel like me. I can’t tell you how many people have used me for my fame.”
Stella couldn’t believe the way Tristan just laid it all on the table, so honest with his feelings. “Are you always so open with your feelings like this?” Stella questioned with a smile on her face, trying to lighten the mood.
Tristan laughed, “No never.” He grabbed her free hand. “But with you, it seems like all I want to do is bare my soul to you.”
“You really are a songwriter,” she laughed. Pulling her hand from his grip, she picked up the glass of orange juice and had a sip, her eye catching the picture on the chest of drawers.
“Why is that the only picture you have?” Stella said, pointing over to the picture.
“That was the very first time I sang on stage. The only people there were my family and friends. It was a surprise birthday present. Every time I look at it, it reminds me of the feeling I first felt singing on stage, it was exhilarating, complete happiness. It also brings me down to earth and lets me remember who I am and where I came from. To never let the fame go to my head,” he replied with certainty in his words.
They sat in silence for a while, both content eating and enjoying the moment. Stella recalled their first meeting, remembering how it seemed so strange to her, the way the other men had acted around him, it all making sense now.
“Why did you stay at my hotel that time, if you have this place?” she asked.
“I didn’t have this place then. I move around a lot so it never seemed necessary for me to have my own place. Until I met you of course, then I knew I wanted somewhere to stay near you so I could hopefully one day meet you again.”
She smiled, his response was not what she had expected to hear yet it was like music to her ears. He had wanted to see her again, he was willing to move here in the chance that they would meet again, it wasn’t just a one night stand for him. Could this really be real? Stella thought. Could the Tristan Woods want to date plain old Stella Green?
“Have you called your sister yet to let her know you slept the night?” Tristan asked, pulling Stella out of her daydream.
“Shit!” Stella exclaimed as she shot up from her chair rushing to her handbag on the floor to retrieve her phone. She had completely forgotten to call Claire to let her know she was staying the night. She had been so caught up in the moment with Tristan last night it didn’t even register in her thoughts that Claire might be worried about her.
“You might also want to tell her you’ll be around there soon to pick a few things up before we head out for the day,” Tristan said to her as she pulled the phone from her bag.
Stella looked at Tristan confused “What? What are you talking about Tristan? Where am I going?”
“It’s a surprise. But we will need to drop by your place to get some more clothes for you. Can’t have you walking around in the clothes you wore last night,” he snickered. “Plus it’s still pretty cold outside, you’ll need warm clothes where we’re going.”
A surprise? Stella thought. Stella wasn’t a fan of surprises. She liked to be in control of her life and know what she was doing each day. Being with Tristan however, she had endured many surprises already and had liked every one. With him she was a different person. She felt more relaxed, comfortable, and most importantly happy. “You’re not going to tell me where we are going, and what we plan on doing?”
“No, it wouldn’t be a surprise then would it?” he replied, smiling from ear to ear. He raised himself from his chair and strolled across the room, proceeding towards the door to the lounge room. “We leave in ten Stella, so you better get a move on,” he called over his shoulder, before walking out of
Stella couldn’t believe the way Tristan just laid it all on the table, so honest with his feelings. “Are you always so open with your feelings like this?” Stella questioned with a smile on her face, trying to lighten the mood.
Tristan laughed, “No never.” He grabbed her free hand. “But with you, it seems like all I want to do is bare my soul to you.”
“You really are a songwriter,” she laughed. Pulling her hand from his grip, she picked up the glass of orange juice and had a sip, her eye catching the picture on the chest of drawers.
“Why is that the only picture you have?” Stella said, pointing over to the picture.
“That was the very first time I sang on stage. The only people there were my family and friends. It was a surprise birthday present. Every time I look at it, it reminds me of the feeling I first felt singing on stage, it was exhilarating, complete happiness. It also brings me down to earth and lets me remember who I am and where I came from. To never let the fame go to my head,” he replied with certainty in his words.
They sat in silence for a while, both content eating and enjoying the moment. Stella recalled their first meeting, remembering how it seemed so strange to her, the way the other men had acted around him, it all making sense now.
“Why did you stay at my hotel that time, if you have this place?” she asked.
“I didn’t have this place then. I move around a lot so it never seemed necessary for me to have my own place. Until I met you of course, then I knew I wanted somewhere to stay near you so I could hopefully one day meet you again.”
She smiled, his response was not what she had expected to hear yet it was like music to her ears. He had wanted to see her again, he was willing to move here in the chance that they would meet again, it wasn’t just a one night stand for him. Could this really be real? Stella thought. Could the Tristan Woods want to date plain old Stella Green?
“Have you called your sister yet to let her know you slept the night?” Tristan asked, pulling Stella out of her daydream.
“Shit!” Stella exclaimed as she shot up from her chair rushing to her handbag on the floor to retrieve her phone. She had completely forgotten to call Claire to let her know she was staying the night. She had been so caught up in the moment with Tristan last night it didn’t even register in her thoughts that Claire might be worried about her.
“You might also want to tell her you’ll be around there soon to pick a few things up before we head out for the day,” Tristan said to her as she pulled the phone from her bag.
Stella looked at Tristan confused “What? What are you talking about Tristan? Where am I going?”
“It’s a surprise. But we will need to drop by your place to get some more clothes for you. Can’t have you walking around in the clothes you wore last night,” he snickered. “Plus it’s still pretty cold outside, you’ll need warm clothes where we’re going.”
A surprise? Stella thought. Stella wasn’t a fan of surprises. She liked to be in control of her life and know what she was doing each day. Being with Tristan however, she had endured many surprises already and had liked every one. With him she was a different person. She felt more relaxed, comfortable, and most importantly happy. “You’re not going to tell me where we are going, and what we plan on doing?”
“No, it wouldn’t be a surprise then would it?” he replied, smiling from ear to ear. He raised himself from his chair and strolled across the room, proceeding towards the door to the lounge room. “We leave in ten Stella, so you better get a move on,” he called over his shoulder, before walking out of
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