Author's Note: There is some nudity in this part, but I did my best to keep it tasteful and not show anything too offensive. (Then again, given some of the other stuff that I've seen in other stories, what little that is shown is rather tame in comparison.) Yes, I know the pictures are smaller than usual. That is on purpose (it's meant to give the feeling of photographs, or screencaps of movies-- a sort of "unreal" type of feeling).
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Charise smiled, her face flushed and sweaty, but radiant. Dunstan’s arms embraced her tightly, pulling her close to him.
“Love you,” Charise said softly, kissing Dunstan’s hand.
“Love you too,” he replied, easing his arms away from her. He sat up and began to dress. Charise looked over, startled.
“Where are you going?” she asked, grabbing at his hands.
“To get us some food, babe. I’m sure you’re hungry. I know I am,” Dunstan replied, pulling his clothes on as well as he could.
Charise hesitated, and then lowered her hands from him. “Yeah, I guess I am kind of hungry,” she answered.
Dunstan smiled at her. He finished dressing and said, “You just stay here and rest. I’ll be back in a little while with some food for us. And then we can eat, and we can spend as much time in bed as we want. Sounds good, baby?”
Charise nodded. Dunstan smiled and brushed his lips against her forehead. “Love you,” he said, as he walked over to the door. He unlocked it, opened it, and, giving Charise a last smile, walked out, shutting it behind him.
Charise sighed and walked over to the window, not bothering to get dressed. She peered out the window, watching Dunstan climb into his car. After he drove away, she looked around at the beautifully decorated room. It reflected Dunstan’s family’s wealth. She climbed back into bed to wait for him to return.
As she waited, she began to think about how they had met for the first time, as well as how their relationship had evolved.
Things were so different at the beginning, she thought. Once, he was just my piano teacher, and now…
She smiled to herself and began to think back to the beginning…