Beach House
Sarah was seething, although this anger seemed to be manifesting from a misunderstanding. She could feel that she was angry with Peter for not understanding. She was angry with Peter, but knew that she shouldn't be.
The whole night had been a disaster. Sarah had thrown this party at the beach house. She meant for it to be an intimate gathering but it had turned into people getting drunk and unruly. It wasn't what she had planned. She was cleaning up after people, rather than spending time with Peter. The whole point of the freaking party was to spend some quality time with him, but instead she had sunken into herself and played the mother role. She put the fabricated needs of others before herself, and now she was blaming Peter. She knew that it was stupid. Yet, the whole night had been so draining. She needed to direct her anger somewhere and it had ended up being on him.
He of course knew her playbook. He knew that when she confronted him, he was going to just lay low and let her calm down. There wasn't any sense in trying to talk to her when she had already made her mind up. She normally needed a little bit to calm down, and to re-evaluate the situation that had unfolded. He knew that she would probably apologize later. She just needed some time alone. He understood her too well and he known her too long to let this get him worked up.
Awhile later, Sarah did get her time to mull over the events of the night as well as her distressed emotions. She really shouldn't have gotten so mad at Peter, but he seemed to be an easy target that night. She needed to make it up to him. She wandered back inside the house to look for Peter. She found him sitting alone on the couch in the den. The party had dispersed and the house was finally quiet. As she moved closer to him, his gaze met hers.
"I'm sorry," she said as she closed the distance between them and sat on his lap. She hugged him, and buried her head into the nape of his neck.
Sarah suddenly wanted a change in scenery. She stood up abruptly, and held out her hand, "Let's go outside and look at the stars?" She asked.
Peter nodded, took her hand and stood up. They made their way outside to the night sky. The sounds of the waves crashing into the shore were soothing, and there were no other lights coming from nearby neighbors. The stars were shinning brilliantly that night.
Both Peter and Sarah laid down on their backs in the sand. Their eyes wandered to the star lit sky. After a moment, Sarah turned towards Peter. She reached out her hand and gently took his hand. She began tracing his fingers with hers. She wondered how she had gotten so lucky to have a man like him.
"What're you thinking about" Peter asked.
"How I got so lucky to find someone like you," She replied.
Peter closed the gap between them, and enveloped her into an embrace.
"You're all I wanted for my birthday". He paused for a second. "I know you wanted to throw this intimate party for me, but I just wanted to spend time with you," Peter confessed.
The whole night had been a disaster. Sarah had thrown this party at the beach house. She meant for it to be an intimate gathering but it had turned into people getting drunk and unruly. It wasn't what she had planned. She was cleaning up after people, rather than spending time with Peter. The whole point of the freaking party was to spend some quality time with him, but instead she had sunken into herself and played the mother role. She put the fabricated needs of others before herself, and now she was blaming Peter. She knew that it was stupid. Yet, the whole night had been so draining. She needed to direct her anger somewhere and it had ended up being on him.
He of course knew her playbook. He knew that when she confronted him, he was going to just lay low and let her calm down. There wasn't any sense in trying to talk to her when she had already made her mind up. She normally needed a little bit to calm down, and to re-evaluate the situation that had unfolded. He knew that she would probably apologize later. She just needed some time alone. He understood her too well and he known her too long to let this get him worked up.
Awhile later, Sarah did get her time to mull over the events of the night as well as her distressed emotions. She really shouldn't have gotten so mad at Peter, but he seemed to be an easy target that night. She needed to make it up to him. She wandered back inside the house to look for Peter. She found him sitting alone on the couch in the den. The party had dispersed and the house was finally quiet. As she moved closer to him, his gaze met hers.
"I'm sorry," she said as she closed the distance between them and sat on his lap. She hugged him, and buried her head into the nape of his neck.
Sarah suddenly wanted a change in scenery. She stood up abruptly, and held out her hand, "Let's go outside and look at the stars?" She asked.
Peter nodded, took her hand and stood up. They made their way outside to the night sky. The sounds of the waves crashing into the shore were soothing, and there were no other lights coming from nearby neighbors. The stars were shinning brilliantly that night.
Both Peter and Sarah laid down on their backs in the sand. Their eyes wandered to the star lit sky. After a moment, Sarah turned towards Peter. She reached out her hand and gently took his hand. She began tracing his fingers with hers. She wondered how she had gotten so lucky to have a man like him.
"What're you thinking about" Peter asked.
"How I got so lucky to find someone like you," She replied.
Peter closed the gap between them, and enveloped her into an embrace.
"You're all I wanted for my birthday". He paused for a second. "I know you wanted to throw this intimate party for me, but I just wanted to spend time with you," Peter confessed.
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