Chapter 4: Sweater weather

December 24th 1912: DeWitt Bukator Manor

Rose was bored. It was another one of the Christmas galas her parents held ever year, but this time it was different. Her father was dead from cancer of the lung. And she was on the arm of Caldon Hockley and heir to a steel tycoon. This year all she wanted was to be with her Jack. But he was dead. He had been for eight months now.

And all I am, is a man,

I want the world on my hands

Walking around, trying to get her mind off her 'normal' life, Rose wandered outside to her fathers old garden. Snow covered the grass like a blanket and walked on to the bench.

I hate the beach.

But I stand, in California with my toes in the sand

Life hated her. Fate had taken everyone that had ever loved her for some unholy reason. A icy breeze swept around her like a dress and she was reminded of the time in the Atlantic Ocean.

Use the sleeves of my sweater,

Let's have an adventure!

Since she was so deep in thought, she didn't hear the man come behind her and the branches cracking. Rose sighed thinking of Jack

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered

The land grabbed her waist and to prevent her from screaming, put his hand around her mouth. Rose turned and saw her darling Jack!

Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

They gasped and passionately kissed. Stunning my love, is what he whispered in her ear and he kissed her neck.

Oh she knows what I think about

And what I think about

Their thoughts conjoined and they touched each other's body's, bathing in the presence of their supposedly dead lover

One love, two months

One love, one house

Rose grabbed Jack by the collar and started to undo his buttons. They moaned softly as their lips gently kissed everywhere. He slowly took off her dress, teasing the skin

No shirt, no blouse

Just us you'll find out

He unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall down to his ankles. Rose felt like gold as he undid her bra and untied the lace of her pants. They came together slowly and passionately, a huge difference from the car...

Nothing I wouldn't tell you about, no,

Cause it's too cold,

She shivered in the cold but was quickly soothed by her Jack caressing her cheek with his thumb. This was truly a Christmas miracle...

For you here,

And now, so let me hold ,

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater...

And so they ran away, got married in Santa Monica, had three kids, lived, loved and eighty-four years later, died in their bed warm.