55 - the chapter where they make up

Christian

I watched every detail on Rose's face as I massaged her thighs, after she left the room I was convinced that I was absolutely right and that she was acting irrationally, and when I went after her in the barbecue area it was only to tell her exactly that. But listening to her conversation with Skyller I realized how ungrateful and foolish I was being.

Rose had dropped everything to help me in this madness, and as much as neither of us were looking for a serious relationship, we couldn't deny that we were involved, so the best way out was to start seeing Rose as my girlfriend and forget that we were no longer in college.

This was a conversation that should have taken place before we got here, and I hope that from now on things will improve.

" Let's go back," I stood up, extending my hand to help her, seeing some people watching us from the window of the main house.

If we were at a campus party and I saw people watching my girlfriend like that, how would I act?

Rose stood up and without thinking much I wrapped one hand around her waist and brought the other to the back of her neck, closing my hands in her hair, joining our lips without any delicacy.

Rose responded to the kiss without any inhibition, letting the jacket that I had put on her shoulders fall to the floor as she ran her hands up my chest, over the long sleeve shirt I was wearing.

Moving my hand down to her ass, I took the opportunity to squeeze the tender flesh, causing Rose to smile against my lips as I felt the beginnings of my erection.

" You know, for the next three days you and I are a couple, we just had our first fight. And you know what they say about make-up sex," I remarked nonchalantly, receiving an amused look from my girlfriend.

" You know I'm not dating, but since we're stuck in this relationship, I want to try all the clichés," she assured me with a satisfied smile on her face.

I let go of her, picking up the jacket from the floor before helping her put it on, turning on my back then waiting for Rose to come up and carry it back to the house. She climbed on my back and I carried her, not missing the opportunity to caress her thighs as I supported her, ignoring all the smiles and double-joke from every person who crossed our path until we reached our room.

It wasn't long before we were exploring every inch of that bed together, and when I finally felt Rose's fingernails drawing a new pattern of red welts across my back I felt ridiculous for having complained earlier.

" I know our relationship will only last three days, but I will definitely want this reconciliation every time we fight," I warned, lying down next to her trying to normalize my heartbeat while staring at the ceiling.

" If this happens every time we fight, we're not getting out of bed, Davis.” She turned her face to look at me.

I couldn't help but laugh at her answer, she was right.

" Okay, only in special discussions then," I added.

We took the time we had alone there to take a shower together before having to return to the company of everyone else, since Thanksgiving dinner would soon begin.

A few minutes later we were walking down the stairs hand in hand, while Rose watched her free hand with a thoughtful expression.

" When I get back to campus I'll make an appointment with a manicurist," she commented, attracting my attention.

" What color will you choose this time? " I asked nonchalantly.

" I'll cut them, but I don't want to do it myself, I'm afraid I'll ruin them," she surprised me with her answer.

I stopped walking as I finished going down the stairs, pulling her to look into my eyes.

" You're not going to cut your nails, Rose," I stared at her.

" Maybe if I change the shape, square perhaps, the damage will be less," she returned.

I looked at her hands, they were very delicate, and the long, well-manicured nails in an ogival shape that were always colorful made them even more beautiful.

" You're not going to cut your nails," I repeated slowly, looking into her eyes, "I know I complained before, but I like your hand, and your nails make it even more beautiful.”

Rose stared at me for a few seconds, as if I had lost my mind.

" Christian, I can barely touch you without scratching you," she pointed out.

" So what? I can handle a few scratches, I don't want you to cut your nails," I emphasized.

" If you complain again, the next thing I'll scratch is your face," she threatened me.