A candlelit dinner you don't deserve

With so many things having happened and so many questions in your mind, you believed that a simple, quiet dinner with Fran would help. You called George and told him that you had decided not to come. He understood and stated that you could come over whenever you wanted. You appreciated that and went back to the hotel with Fran.

Some time later, the two of you were sitting at a table on the balcony, savoring the red wine and chicken ordered from the restaurant, and enjoying the view of the mountains. The warm evening breeze gently brushed across your cheeks, carrying the faint scent of wild flowers from the distant hillside.

You looked across the table, beyond the flickering glow of the candles, and saw the happy smile on Fran's face. You had been thinking too much during the lunch earlier this day, but now you could really slow down and enjoy her company.

You raised your glass lightly, clinking it against hers, and the tiny clink echoed soft and clear in the still night. You found yourself smiling too, realizing that this might be what you truly needed - just to be with the person you cared the most.

But deep down, you knew that you didn't deserve this, you didn't deserve her, not after what you had done in that book shop today.

Fran lifted her wine to take a small sip. "Is there something on my face?" She noticed that your gaze had been fixed on her and giggled.

"No, nothing. It's just..." You shook your head slowly and swirled the red wine in your glass gently, "I can't help but think... What if Shannon really is the werewolf that attacked me? What if... I'm becoming a werewolf myself?"

"Yeah... I know you're thinking about that." Fran put down the glass and rested her chin on one hand, "Hey, remember that afternoon when you came to me and said that you were attacked by Olivia? You told me what happened, but I didn't believe a word you said back then."

"Right." You smiled slightly, "I asked if I could stay at your place for a few days, and you thought it was an excuse of mine to sleep with you. But you accepted me anyway."

"Because I cared about you at that time, as I do now." She reached across the table and held your hand. "You don't have to live in fear, to suffer alone. I'm always with you."

The warmth from her loosened what was left of the remaining tension in your chest. After that night in the Vatican, after that passionate moment you shared with each other, you and Fran had grown closer than ever.

The loss you experienced came back to haunt you from time to time. Even after all this time you saw the bloody, painful face of Melissa in your nightmares still. "How could you do this to me?" She yelled at you, with a wooden stake through her heart as she turned to dust.

You woke up quietly with tears in your eyes sometimes. And Fran was always there, with you.

And yet you had betrayed her, the girl who cared about you probably more than anyone else. You would never forget how much you enjoyed tasting the cherry flavor of Grace's lips, being squeezed by her plump breasts, and climaxing all over her face. Those pleasant memories were so vivid that your member down there even began to harden.

Whatever there was that drove you crazy and urged you to fuck Grace, there was no excuse for you to do that to Fran. Your hands shook lightly.

"I know... Thank you, Fran." A sharp guilt was gripping your throat so tightly that you had to **** a small breath to calm yourself down before Fran could notice it. You didn't even have the courage to confess. You lifted your glass again to your lips and swallow down the bitter taste of your secret with the dark, rich wine.

The night was still young. You and Fran talked about what had happened these days, planned your tour around this town after the case was fully resolved, and finished the rest of your meal. She was so optimistic about you being okay that you really wished to believe her.

Fran's fingers brushed over the back of your hand as she spoke, with her soft voice wrapping around you like the warm evening air. She told you about the little bakery she had noticed near the clothing store this morning, how she wanted to try their honey scones for breakfast tomorrow, and how she would like to walk along the river holding your hand.

Every little detail she planned with you made your chest ache more. How could she trust you so completely when you had already shattered that trust so horribly?

"That sounds perfect." You nodded and said. You wanted nothing more than to have that perfect day with her, to make up for what you had done.

A soft wind stirred the edge of her hair, blowing a strand across her cheek, and you reached out to tuck it back behind her ear. Your finger brushed her warm skin, and she leaned into your touch gently.

The candle flickered between you, casting dancing shadows across her face, and she squeezed your hand again.

"So... any idea on tonight?" She smiled as she looked into your eyes.

"How about we read your book together?"

"That would be great."

After a hot shower, you and Fran lay in bed together. You held her in your arm while holding the book in front of you, and quietly, slowly read the story to her. Fran giggled from time to time when the humor came up, and snuggled closer to you when the male protagonist proposed to his love interest. Your eyes met hers and you felt the same affection from her. You kissed her forehead and continued until she was tired.

You put down the book and turned off the light. You tried to sleep, too, but the images of Grace servicing your manhood kept flashing in your mind.

May 31st.

A brand new day just started, and you remembered that you had an appointment this morning. Fran would like to explore the town a bit more, while you had something else to do.