He held up his hand to make her stop. “I didn’t tell you that for sympathy or pity. I don’t want to commiserate with you. You couldn’t possibly know what I went through. I just wanted you to know why I did what I did this morning.”
Mel nodded, the ache in her chest returned. If only he knew how much she could commiserate with him on this topic. But she wouldn’t say it. Her songs were dark and lonely but not once do they mention the loss of her parents so there was no way he would know that information. She didn’t want to dwell on it, she only wanted to be with him, especially since she didn’t know how much time they had left together.
Turning her brain off for the moment, Mel moved back to where Tristan stood. She hooked her fingers into the belt loops of his dress pants, pulling him towards her and the bed. He dipped his head and his lips met hers, the moment of contact electric.
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Waking up in Tristan’s bed on the final day of recording was bittersweet, for many reasons. Mel hadn’t kept her promise to herself. She was weak when it came to Tristan and even though she was doomed to be hurt by him, she wanted every second she could get with him. Mel loved him, as much as it hurt to admit, and she would do anything to spend just a little more time with him, even if that thing would break her heart in the end. She berated herself in her head for a bit about being weak and desperate and having no self respect. Then she thought about what he had revealed to her. Why now? Why did he tell her about his parents? It clearly wasn’t for sympathy; Tristan didn’t like it when others pitied him. Tristan was an anomaly and spending three weeks with him didn’t change that for Mel. At this point all she could do was hope the reason he told her about his past was because he wanted to get closer to her, not to push her away.