One Weekend — Charlotte Byrd

When Alice accidentally marries her friend, will the love of her life ever forgive her?

Hot and Steamy scenes and NO CHEATING!

Cocky, arrogant, self-assured - the kind of guy we all love to hate. That's Tristan.

After a tumultuous start to our life in New York, things are finally looking up for Tristan and me. We are in love and nothing can break us up.

But then Tristan starts his internship at a Wall Street investment bank and his busy schedule pushes us apart. He wants to take a break, shattering my heart into a thousand little pieces.

A trip to Atlantic City with friends seems like the perfect way to let off some steam. But what I find out is that one night's drunken indiscretion can change life forever.

Will Tristan ever forgive me? Can I ever forgive myself?
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Tristan's light brown hair is longer than it was last semester, falling into his face. I move a few strands out of his face. My fingers brush over his lips, which are glittering and soft despite the cold weather and lack of Chapstick. He purses them and kisses my fingers lightly. Then he pulls me closer. Tilting my head upward, he kisses me. His tongue brushes across my upper lip and my knees grow weak. We start to move in unison, as if we're dancing to the same melody. My breaths match his breaths. His shoulders drop at the same time as mine rise. It's a game of give and take with neither of us giving or taking too much.

A sudden gust of wind assaults us, bringing us back to reality for a moment. It's almost 10:30 pm and 23 degrees on Broadway in January.

“Let's go inside,” Tristan whispers without pulling away from my lips.

“Okay,” I mumble back. This is our special game �" talking through our kisses. It's something we have done forever and it's one of the things that I love most about us.