Tristen carried Rory up the sand towards their hotel room. Setting her down, he pulled the key out of his pocket. He unlocked the door. She started to walk inside when he stopped her.
"Close your eyes."
She did as he asked and he picked her up again. Carefully he made his way into the room, pushing the door closed with his foot. He set her down, then wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Open your eyes."
She opened her eyes and gasped. The room was filled with candles, giving it a soft glow. She could smell fresh flowers in the air. Tristen unwrapped his arms from around her waist and walked over to the dresser. He pushed a button on the CD player and music filled the room. Walking back to Rory, he held out his hand.
"Would you like to dance Mrs. Dugray?"
Rory slipped her hand in his.
"I would love to Mr. Dugray."
He pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her arms crossed over his shoulders and her fingers entwined in his hair. She leaned her head against his chest. Slowly they began to move in time to the music.
"I love you Tristen." She whispered
He pulled back, looking in her eyes.
"Say it again."
She looked him in the eyes.
"I love you Tristen. I always have and I always will."
He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. Slowly he began to move her back towards the bed. When the back of her legs brushed against the bedspread, she stopped. Pulling away from him, she said
"Why don't I go change into something more comfortable."
Tristen unwrapped his arms from around her waist. She walked over to the dresser and picked up a small bag. His eyes followed her until she disappeared into the bathroom. He walked over to the dressed and opened another small suitcase. Pulling out some clothes, he changed quickly.
Walking around the room, he started to blow out the candles, leaving only a few burning. The door opened slowly and he turned around. His eyes widened as she emerged from the bathroom.
She looks like an angel.
Slowly he crossed the room and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her over to the bed and set her down. She moved over and he sat next to her. He began to stroke the sides of her face, her neck and her arms. His hands slid up her arms, stopping at her shoulders.
Carefully he slipped his fingers under the thin straps of her nightgown. He started to slide them down her shoulders. Leaning forward, he began to press kisses along her shoulder, then moved slowly up her neck. Her arms started to wrap around his neck but he pulled away. Turning to the table, he blew out the candle.
In the dim light from the dresser, he could just make out her face. Slowly he moved so that he was lying next to her. His hands found their way back to her shoulders and he began to push the straps of her nightgown down her shoulders.
"I love you Rory." He whispered, brushing his lips against hers.