Chris wrung his hands as he stood by his window. The sky was overcast--not a star in sight. He ran his hands through his hair and rested his forehead against the glass. He heard a soft and familiar laugh…so far away. And it took him back…back to when he was last happy.
Tessa had her hair loose around her face…the way he liked it. She had on a earth green dress and was barefoot. On any other woman, the dress would be unflattering. But on Tessa, it glowed. She'd been tending to her garden. Irises…she planted for her…the roses, for him. Chris sat on the edge of the bubbling fountain and played on his violin, watching her with adoring eyes. She smiled at him as she clipped a full bloomed rose. She gingerly held in her hands and smelled its sweet fragrance. She then sighed contentedly. She moved the Chris and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. "I love you…" She whispered quietly. Chris moved his hand in her hair and rested her forehead against his. "And I love you." He kissed her again. She stood and beckoned him to continue playing. A smiled played on his lips as he began again. He watched as she danced among the ferns and flowers. She was a picture in the darkness. The moonlight shone only for her. He was convinced of this. He played his violin to Violin Romance No. 1. She was a free spirit and he lived through her. As he played he kept his eyes connected to her. To her every movement. Her hair moved like the wind around her as she danced like a dream. She made the song her own with her every movement. She then moved to him and knelt at his feet. Her hands covered his face and kissed him. Chris dropped his violin and gathered her in his arms. They kissed and they kissed. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her off her feet. "You're my life." He confessed. "Without you…Id die." Tessa shook her head and kissed his neck…his temple. "Never die, Christopher. Never die because of me." He carried her out of the dark garden and up into her room. He didn't care if Edge saw. He didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was Tessa. He walked up the stairs with his eyes closed and his mouth on Tessa's. He kicked open the door and closed it behind them. They fell onto the bed and they kissed and kissed…and kissed…
He was kissing her. And she was kissing him back. Stephanie didn't know what came over him. He just walked in the door with this look on his face…and he kissed her. His hands were in her hair…while his mouth nibbled on her neck and lips. She didn't understand this feeling that was coursing through her. This overwhelming feeling. She tore off his shirt and ran her hands along his warm back. Steph's hands moved and gripped the bed sheets and Chris urgently unbuttoned her blouse with shaking fingers. "Christopher…" She pleaded. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. She wrapped her legs around him and closed her eyes as his mouth moved to her collarbone and lower. Chris ran his finger from her chin, down her neck to her stomach. He made languid circles before moving his lips to kiss her there. He them moved back up and placed open mouth kisses along her chest. "Tessa…" He whispered. "Christopher…" She brought his face back to hers and kissed him fully. That's when it rushed to her. Tessa. He called her Tessa. She could almost overlook it and let herself get lost in this feeling. Almost. She shoved Chris off of the bed and sat up.
Chris lay motionless for a moment. Its like he could almost feel Tessa's kiss. And then he realized he did. He sat up dizzily. He looked and his surroundings. This wasn't his room. This was…He turned and saw Stephanie looking down at him, breathing heavily. And then he knew…he knew what he did. He stood quickly. Steph grabbed a sheet and covered herself. She looked at him, her eyes still glazed. "I don't know what games you're playing…" She began. "No games." He cut her off. He looked at her and paused as if he wanted to speak. He moved towards the door. "I apologize…" He opened the door and looked back at her. He could still see the desire in her eyes.
She could still see the desire in his eyes. His walked a few steps back in the room and stopped. Steph looked at him. He rushed to her and grabbed her by the back of her neck. Every part of him was aching inside to kiss her. To just take her like he felt she wanted. A whimper escaped his lips and he moved away. He covered his face and ran from the room.
Stephanie covered her heart with her hand. "Christopher." She whispered.