Note: Here I am, with chapter 8. I've been working on it for a little while now, and I figured it was finished at this point. Or at least, sort of finished. I figured y'all deserved a new chapter, haha! I didn't exactly turned out the way I planned, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway, and –as always,- let me know what you think of it! X.
After dinner, Sandy decided it was time to bring Kirsten to her hotel. Kirsten didn't exactly agree with that though. "Can't we go to your house and have a drink before I go to my hotel. It's not thát late and I'm not very tired." Sandy smiled a little bit. He liked having Kirsten over at his house for a little while, but he knew she defenitely was tired. She'd been yawning when she thought he wasn't looking at her. But he'd been looking at her the whole evening... He nodded anyway. "Okay, let's go then!"
In a little over fifteen minutes they arrived at Sandy's house. Kirsten hadn't been thinking about Sam after Sandy and hers conversation in the restaurant. She didn't want to think about Sam, 'cause if she did, she got a little scared. She couldn't decide how to tell him she wanted to tell him she was in love with someone else, and she figured it would even be harder to tell him she wanted to blow off the wedding. So she'd decided not to think about him and the wedding, and enjoy the time she could spend with Sandy. Inside his appartement, he showed her the drinks he had, and Kirsten said: "Pick something good. I'll drink everything." Sandy decided to just give her a glass of red wine, and after he'd put two glasses and the bottle at the table, he sat down next to Kirsten.
When it was 11.30 PM, both Sandy and Kirsten decided it was time to leave. The next morning, Sandy would pick Kirsten up pretty early; they were going to visit the centre of New York. When they'd arrived at Kirsten hotel, Sandy decided to be a gentleman and open the door of the car for her, and bring her inside the hotel. At her frontdoor, both stopped talking. "So... I enjoyed this evening." Kirsten smiled while saying it. Sandy nodded. "So did I." Both were standing a little uncomfortable. Kirsten wanted Sandy to kiss her. Sandy wanted to kiss Kirsten, but couldn't get Sam out of his mind. But when he saw the smile on Kirsten's lips and her sparkling blue eyes, he couldn't care less about Sam and gave Kirsten a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss quickly changed into a kiss full of passion and desire, a kiss full of love. Kirsten grabbed Sandy's jacket and pulled him into her room, while closing the door with her foot. Both stopped thinking and just did what they felt like they had to do. Sandy unbuttoned Kirsten's coat so he could see her in her gorgeous black dress, she'd been wearing the entire evening. He loved it. He loved seeing parts of her body and if he was honest, he couldn't wait to see the rest of her body, that was now covered with her dress. Kirsten unbuttoned Sandy's jacket and soon both were laying on Kirsten's bed. Kirsten threw her bag on the desk behind the bed and her cellphone and lipgloss fellt out of it, laying next to her and Sandy on the bed. Both weren't paying any attention to it. They were kissing each other, touching each other and both were knowing there would happen more that evening beside the kisses they'd been sharing so far. The sound of a familiar ringtone disturbed them. Kirsten looked beside her and saw Sam's name appear on the screen of her cell. Sandy'd seen it as well. He sighed and sat down at the side of the bed, thinking about what just had happened while Kirsten grabbed her cell, sighed and answered her cell.
"Kirsten." She answered, slightly annoyed. Sandy wasn't having a clue of what Sam was saying on the other end of the telephone, but he could imagine certain things. He wasn't liking those things. Kirsten turned around, facing the wall while answering her cell. She wasn't sure what to tell Sam; she didn't want to let him know she was with someone else yet, but on the other hand; she didn't want Sandy to feel like he meant nothing to her by telling Sam how much she was missing him. She was having a dillemma. Sandy, on the other hand, felt like there was one person too much in the room, and decided to leave as quit as he could.
"So, I'll see you in a couple of days. Bye." Kirsten was having doubts for a little while, about saying I love you to Sam through the phone, but she already heard he'd put the phone down. While turning around, she started talking: "Sandy...I'm really, really sorry..." She stopped talking when she realised the room was empty. At that moment, she received a text-message on her cell.
Kirsten, I'm sorry I left so suddenly.
I just figured I was one person too much with you in the room.
I'll see you tommorrow. Be finished when I call you. X.
It was Sandy. She sighed. The text-message seemed so cold, so... Unpersonal. She sighed again. Why had she answered her phone? She sat down on her bed, the place were she and Sandy had been laying a little less than ten minutes ago. She wished she could turn back time. If she could, she knew she wouldn't have answered her phone. She would've stayed laying in Sandy's arms. She would've done that. She would.