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A month later, it was their
anniversary. Tristan took her out to dinner at a nice place in
Hartford. Afterward, instead of driving her home, he drove her
back to his house. They went inside and watched his latest DVD
purchase: "CQ," which they both found amusing, yet
touching. When the movie was over, he offered to drive her home,
but the conversation quickly degenerated into a grope-fest.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, breathing
heavily.
"Yes," she replied, having thought about it very
carefully for at least an hour on each of the preceding 31 days.
He drove her home when it was over so that her mother wouldn't be
suspicious. She had insisted on keeping their relationship a
secret from her mother because she knew Lorelai wouldn't approve
of Tristan any more than she had Jess. No amount of explaining on
Rory's part about how much Tristan had changed would convince
her, and Rory wanted to make sure it was serious before she got
into that particular argument with Lorelai. Again.
"I really love you, Tris," she sighed happily, as he
stopped the car. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize
you were this complex. I mean, before, I just thought you were
shallow and vapid. I had no idea."
"Neither did I," he said gently, leaning over to kiss
her good night. "When I was at military school, all I could
think about was making myself better so that I'd be good enough
for you."
"Well, it worked," she assured him, and smiled.