Birthday Heartache...Part 3
I am so glad that you guys have enjoyed this little story about Rossi. Be on the lookout for more! I’ve got ideas abound.
As David raced down the highway, his eyes shedding tears and his mouth mumbling a string of curses unto himself, he careens off of the highway 3 and a half hours later, following the signs for the Holiday Inn Express.
Only 10 more miles.
“Come on,” he murmurs as he gets behind a slow-moving car, his hand rearing up ready to press down on his horn as his impatience bubbles over the top.
Until something out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.
Turning his head, he flips his turn signal on as he careens over to his right, swerving into the parking lot as he squeals to a stop in the closest parking lot to the mall entrance.
Usually he wasn’t one to partake in the “mall experience,” but with much groveling to do, he didn’t want to show up empty-handed.
Whipping out his cell phone, he rushes into the mall entrance as he texts you, asking you for your room number so he wouldn’t have to make yet another pit-stop at the front desk.
And then, he barreled into the first store.
Sitting anxiously on the hotel suite couch as your legs begin to jiggle up and down, you raise up quickly and rush to the bathroom, inspecting yourself once again before fluffing your hair up a bit.
You had decided to put yourself together before he arrived.
And you were anxious for him to be here.
Studying yourself in the mirror as you huff lightly, you decide against your better nature and pull your sparse make-up bag over, unzipping the pouch as you begin to pull out the barely there contents.
You usually didn’t wear make-up, but you figured this would constitute as a special occasion.
You didn’t even get the cap off of your foundation before a knock on your door rang out.
And suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.
Listening to the knock sound again, you hear something rustling outside of the door before you hear your phone ringing on the couch.
Come on, Y/N. Pull yourself together.
Giving yourself a deep sigh, you cut the bathroom light off as you rush to the door, smoothing out your shirt one more time before unlocking the latches on your door.
Slowly swinging the door open, your haggard eyes surveying the man in front of you, a twitch of a smile slowly begins to caress your cheeks as David smiles broadly in front of you.
“Hey there,” he says, his words that he had rehearsed failing him as his eyes rake over your body, taking stock of the lightly bloodshot eyes and the slightly slumped posture.
You were tired.
Meaning you hadn’t slept the night before.
Because of him.
He felt his heart drop to his stomach.
“Would you like to come in?” you breathe, stepping aside as the man quickly crosses through the threshold, making his way to the small kitchen table as he drops the bags on his arms into the chairs.
Quickly turning back to you, he sees your eyelids droop in a blink, raising a bit slower than most as he begins to take tentative steps towards you.
“You’re tired,” he states.
“You’re here,” you muse.
He stopped in front of you, his arms dangling at his sides as he finds himself yet again at a loss for words.
“I had those whole speech planned out and-”
Swallowing hard as you watch him struggle, you take a small step towards him as you take a long breath through your nose.
“Why are you here, David?” you ask, your voice weak and tired.
“Because I know you aren’t here, in a hotel in North Carolina, because of a bad date,” he states.
“Then why am I here?” you ask, taking yet another tiny step towards him as his eyes quickly shift to your feet, then back to your eyes.
“Because someone broke your h-…heart,” he says, his voice breaking ever so lightly.
“And you’ve come to do what? Sweep me off my feet?” you ask, cocking your tired body lightly as your eyes dance slowly down his body before caressing back up.
“No,” he breathes as he takes a step forward, his hand reaching out lightly as he places it on your arm before slowly sliding it down, catching your hand within his as your cheeks begin to flush a pale shade of pink.
“I’ve come to apologize,” he murmurs, pulling you to his body as his other hand comes up to your cheek, warming your face as your lips fall desperately into his, your free hand snaking around his waist and pressing into the small of his back…trying to get as close to him as you can.
To breathe as much of him as you can.
To taste as much of him as he would allow.
And all too soon, the kiss was done, and as you felt him pulling back lightly your eyes flutter open, meeting with his as his eyes dance in between yours.
“I can’t believe I was so blind,” he whispers, his breath hot on your skin as you close your eyes once more, taking in the smell of mint and coffee as he raises his lips and presses them against your forehead.
“Mio angelo, mi dispiace molto,” he murmurs into your skin.
“Tu sei qui ora. Questo è tutto quello che conta,” you lull, giggling lightly as David’s eyes widen and connect back with yours.
“Surprise,” you whisper sheepishly as your cheeks deepen in color.
The gaze in his eyes…the look he was giving you…you had only ever seen it once before.
And it was back when Strauss was still alive.
“I have a few surprises of my own,” he says lowly, his hand reluctantly pulling away from your cheek as he side-steps, his hand gliding around your back in one swift motion as he urges you to walk up to the kitchen table.
“I figured you just went grocery shopping,” you muse playfully.
“We’ll get to food, bellissimo,” he says smoothly.
His voice made your back muscles shiver.
As your eyes dance upon the bags in the chairs, you see his hands come into view as they grasp the handles of one.
“Start here,” he says.
Taking the bag from him as a smile encompasses your face, you open it up as you stick your hand down into the tissued bag, your fingertips grazing across a soft, silky material as you grasp it and pull it out.
Dropping the bag as you hold it up, the fabric falls down, cascading to the floor as your lips lightly part in shock.
“David, how did you-?”
“I have my talents,” he says smugly, your hands reaching for the tag in the back of the dress as you chuckle breathlessly and shake your head.
He knew your dress size.
“What is this for?” you ask, furrowing your brow as your eyes continue to take in the beautiful royal blue, asymmetrical, one-shouldered dress with glistening silver accents.
“For this,” he says, handing you a card in your hand, complete with a reservation time for Sunday evening.
“But you have work on Monday?” you question, your eyes shooting up to him as you lay the beautiful dress over your forearm.
“No I don’t,” he says, his eyes locking with yours as you hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds longer.
“So…what are the rest of these?” you ask, thumbing behind you as David takes the dress from you.
“Open them. I’m gonna go find a hanger for this.”
And off he went.
Turning back towards the bags, you pick one up as you begin to remove items from them, your eyes glistening over as you begin to unwrap and unravel the most beautiful pieces of jewelry you had ever seen.
A beautiful set of sapphire, tear-drop, dangling earrings. A pearl necklace with a small clear crystal separating each pearl. A dainty clutch purse, conveniently the same color as your dress.
And a pair of beautiful royal blue flats, a bow adorned upon the top of each.
“I’ve never seen you wear heels,” he says from the doorway of your bedroom, your head whipping up as tears begin to drip down your face.
And his face fell.
“Oh amore mio,” he murmurs, striding across the room and wrapping you within his arms, “tell me what’s wrong.”
“These are….they’re…they’re beautiful, Da-David. So…so so beautiful.”
Peeling away from him as you sniffle, you bring your hand up to wipe at your nose as you try desperately to calm your sobs.
“Why are you doing all of this?” you whisper, your eyes squinting in confusion as you lift your furrowed gaze up to Rossi, “Where’s-…where’s your girl from last night?”
And all of a sudden, his speech flooded back into his mind.
“I don’t know where she is. And I don’t know who she is. And that doesn’t reflect well on me as a man, but it doesn’t dictate the kind of man I can be.”
Feeling him take the shoes from your arms, he sets them on top of the kitchen table as he reaches for your hands, taking them within his as he steps closer to you.
“You are, without a doubt, one of the only women I’ve met that I felt was truly out of my league. I could begin listing all the ways you are, but we would be here for quite a while.”
You snickered lightly as the sentiment as you feel his hand let go, trailing up to your face as his finger begins to brush away the wetness of your tears.
“I never pursued you because I never saw you as an option. I never saw a woman like you…much less you…ever saying ‘yes’ to a dinner date. I never saw you allowing me to slip my arm around your waist, or buy you gifts, or hold you close. I never saw you picking up my phone calls late at night, or staying over, or letting me hold you close to me.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
The great David Rossi believed you to be too good for him.
How considerably wrong he was.
“And when you pile that insecurity on top of our age difference…” he trails off.
You had heard enough.
Raising your free hand up to his cheek, you cup his face as your loving eyes dance along his features, taking in every hair, and every crevice, and every movement as you watch his own eyes water.
“It kills me that I don’t know what you’re thinking,” he whispers, turning his head as he presses a light kiss into the palm of your hand.
And then you found your courage.
“I’m thinking that I don’t have to wear that dress until tomorrow night,” you lull, a shadow of a grin twitching your cheek as you lock your eyes with his.
“And I’m thinking that a California king-sized bed is a pretty big bed,” you continue, squeezing the hand of his you were already holding as you begin to turn him around, your body slowly backing towards the darkened bedroom door.
“And I’m thinking that we have a lot of time to account for,” you lower your voice, turning around and walking him, hand-in-hand, slowly towards the room.
But then, you feel an arm snake around your waist, a hand settling on your stomach as it splays across your midsection, urging you to stop walking.
Then, you felt his chest press into you.
And then…? His breath in the crook of your neck.
The feeling alone made your eyes flutter closed.
“You aren’t obligated to do anything like this,” he whispers into your ear, his breath causing the air escaping between your lips to audibly flush as your chest begins to lightly heave.
“Don’t you dare take this from me, David,” you breathe as you twirl around in his arms, your stern eyes connecting with his as you watch his expression morph from worry to shock.
“I’ve watched you parade woman after woman around in your life. I’ve shaken their hands knowing exactly where they would be that night. I’ve greeted them at the door knowing exactly where their mouths had been. I’ve seen the gleaming smile on your face knowing exactly why you’re happy.”
Feeling the hot tears of embarrassment rise up again in your eyes, you close them and swallow hard as you feel David’s hand push a stray strand of hair back away from your face.
“Let me love you, David,” you whisper desperately, opening your eyes as tears begin to race down your face once more.
“Just let me love you,” you urge breathlessly.
And as David’s lips collide into yours, his shaking arms snaking around your body as he rakes you closer to him, you raise your legs up and wrap them around his body as he walks you through the threshold of the hotel bedroom, your arm reaching out to shut the door as darkness falls upon both of your pulsating, writhing, gasping bodies.
The two of you didn’t even make it to the bed.