Night of All Nights, Part 2 {M}

[nan]

Angela was still fuming when Trent just grabbed her hand. She tried to wiggle free from his grasp, but she was drunk, he was angry, and very strong, so she was literally helpless. The all too familiar feeling of apparition engulfed her, as Trent held on to her while moving someplace else. And when their destination had arrived, Angela couldn't remove her dilated eyes from it. Where had he taken her? This wasn't where he lived; where they lived, and started a family together. The place was as huge as a castle! It was so majestic, and beautiful, she couldn't take her eyes off it. And then he'd dragged her inside breaking her eye contact, and the admiration she had started to build up for this structure.

He just kept walking in his own fast pace, dragging her along. It was slightly difficult for her to keep up, for she was wearing a gown, her wedding gown, and some high heels as well. "Trent!" she protested, as he finally came to a halt to his room, and spun her around. He let go off her arms, as he just mumbled that he hated people staring. She had the same opinion but she didn't voice it out loud. She just stared as he chugged the whiskey down his throat. Her drunken self couldn't stop but giggle. "Where are your manners Trent? I want some alcohol too!" She just looked at him with her wide brown eyes, still dolled up, looking gorgeous in her wedding dress.

And then he opened his mouth, saying that the way she was acting was shitty. Shitty? She rolled her eyes, the way he kissed another woman in front of her was shitty. She recollected the moments that they'd spent at the Christmas ball, now, and the two times that she'd been with him, before. How different an experience it was then, and how different it had been today. It was almost the same, the passion, the dancing, the attraction, the only difference was, they were married and happy then, and they were separated, cynical and unhappy now. Her eyes were just seeing him dance with Shiloh intimately, his hands on her body, and them kissing right in the middle of the floor. She started to get angry, and returned, "I find it, kind of shitty, the way you've been acting for a long time, Trent."

She grew silent as she looked about, her eyes probing every nook and corner of the room. It looked so typically Trent's room. She wondered where she was. His room itself was larger than her own flat. That should have reminded her of her son, but with the man standing before her, she couldn't think of anything but him. Even if she hated him, she just couldn't stop thinking of him. He had that kind of effect on her. Slowly, she asked, "Where are we, Trent?"

She asked that question, not removing her gaze from his. His image was brandished in her head, she'd tried long to forget him, but couldn't. So, she had pushed him deep down, everything related to him deep down. So much so, that she had to change most of her habits. She recalled how she'd hissed at him, after he'd given her the flowers, and she'd strewn it all over the dance floor making him furious in the process..

He had pulled her closer to him, and said, " “Angela what’s your freaking problem?! I am just trying to be nice. I didn’t even hit on you like I could have. I fucking stopped that perv from rubbing all on you and this is how you treat me...That’s…that’s just freaking great."

To which, she had replied angrily, "My problem? Trent, what is my problem? My problem is YOU!" She spat. "YOU! Why did you have to come back into my life when I'd got over you, forgotten you?! Why did you have to turn my entire life upside down?! I didn't ask you to do anything! Whatever I do with anyone is my wish. IF I wanted to sleep with him, I would. What right do you have to interfere?"

She recalled how easily he'd lied to her saying he was not involved with Shiloh when all the evidence stated otherwise, and how calmly he'd stated that he'd just accompanied her only for his family's sake; how he couldn't stop from kissing her back. It just made her wonder how many had he kissed back under the same pretext. It also made her realize that it was the reason why they had separated in the first place, and why she'd stopped trusting him. She just stared at him, not knowing what to say, or how to act; and all she tried to do was try not to think of how good they'd been together, and with a sideway glance at the bed, she did not want her thoughts going in that direction.

[khjohns2005]

Trent had not really cared that he was pulling his ex wife along. He was too angry to even realize that she was still in that dress, and most likely heels underneath that. He just went at his normal faced pace mumbling under his breath about how he couldn’t believe how his life was going, how he couldn’t believe how she was acting. All of it was finally pouring out.

Standing in his room he just held the bottle of whiskey downing it faster than he ever had before. He was so pissed and when he was pissed he drank, and drank, and drank. She had never actually seen Trent Lott drunk. Because when they where married he never got this angry. He was always in a good mood, and when he was angry Angela always had a way to calm him down almost magically. He use to swear she was a veela. How she just seemed to charm him, and keep him wrapped around her finger. How she seemed to always be able to get her way with him, or more like get what she wanted from him. Damn how he was in love with that girl…

Starring over at his wife, ex wife, what ever the hell she was to him he just nodded waving her hand making her favorite drink appear in his hand. He still couldn’t really say no to her. She could probably ask for all the money he had, and Trent Lott would give it too her, not at this point in time, but any other time when he wasn’t fuming with anger. Just shaking his head Trent finished off the large bottle of fire whiskey throwing it in the trash next to him before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “There are you happy woman! I mean I never seemed to make you happy.” He ranting on talking about the alcohol. Did he mean what he was saying right now? Not really, he was now slightly drunk, and words were about to start flying.

Trent had never felt like this before. So hurt, so abandoned. Wait, he has felt somewhat like this before. For the past three years when he woke up from his dreams of being back with his wife to come to a nightmare. Waking to see his bed was empty and he was no longer in that small house that she had picked out because it was apparently her dream house. He wasn’t lying next to the love of his life. He wasn’t happily married. He didn’t have kids. He had nothing. He was alone, abandoned and hurt… Much like he felt right now, just more the hurt part mixed with anger, and all those built up emotions from the past three years he has spent alone.

Looking over that wedding dress he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked. How stunning she truthfully was, and how she made Shiloh look absolutely hideous in his eyes. Shiloh, how she had ruined everything good he ever had. Yeah the woman in front of him believed that he cared for Shiloh, she believed that he had relations with her, in all reality he had never done more than kiss her a few times. And that was only because he knew that his siblings thought he was over Angela, there fore he kissed Shiloh at the dance. You know why, because a certain sibling of his had been there. It was another reason he pulled Angela away, because he knew if he stood there too much longer that his dear brother would have something tos ay about it. But had he ever truthfully cared for Shiloh, no. He had never felt more for her than a friend. He hadn’t even felt that certain lust he gets when he is around his wife, well ex wife…

Hearing her say that though, hearing her say that she thought he was acting shitty for a while now made his fist clinch, and the veins in his neck to stand out slightly more. She shouldn’t have gone there… Bad, bad choice. “Really…Really now Angela.” Pausing he ran his hand over the top of his head, placing the other one on his hip. “You think how I have been acting for a while is shitty! That’s saying a lot. I gave up my whole damn life for you. I gave up my family, my friends, everything just to be with you Angela! I lost my best fuckign friend over you! I lost the respect from my family over you! I was cut off! The only reason they didn’t disown me was because mama loved me too much! And because I begged her to look over the fact that you weren’t pureblood. I begged her! Damn I begged all of them. Do you know how it feels to be hated by everyone in your life but…? But at that point I didn’t care! I had you and you made up for it! But for you to say that, I don’t know if I really made the right choice! I was damn ready to give up having kids if it would keep you happy! I was ready to just settle down and never speak to my family again if that meant I got to be with you! But no! It wasn’t good enough for you! I screw up one fucking time and you leave me! You didn’t even let me explain! You didn’t even give me the time of day! You just cut yourself off from me and disappeared for three damn years without even letting me know you where ok! I fucking stayed up night after night worrying about you! Worrying if you where ok, if you had a place to stay, if you were warm! I worried about all of that. But you don’t care...Becasue you don’t care about anything but yourself. I guess Alec was right when he said I could do better than you!” pausing to catch his breath he turned around and looked at the wall for a moment thinning about how he had just lied with that last statement, well with a bunch of that. He didn’t want anyone but he, but he couldn’t tell her that now.

Turning back around him picked up another bottle of whiskey and took a few sips before speaking again. “You…You don’t know how much I loved you, or how long I loved you Angela.” He said simply as he got close to her for a moment looking down at her. “But again you wouldn’t care… Because you must have never really loved me. If you did, you would have listened to me all those years ago, you wouldn’t have jumped to conclusions…” Then he got quiet yet again leaning back and leaning against the dresser behind him, sipping on the fire whiskey yet again.

Rubbing the top of his head he tried to calm down the best he could, but the alcohol wasn’t helping, neither was she. Just looking at her right now was just bringing back all those old feelings. He was so tempted to just throw her back on the bed and go back to the good times...How he wanted that, but then she had to speak again. Closing his eyes he tried to think of how to say this. “This is my house. This was going to be the house that we had. That we raised our kids in… But again you didn’t stick around long enough to see it!” He stated chugging even more of the whiskey, good thing that Lott’s held their alcohol well…

Trent’s green eyes didn’t dare move from hers. He couldn’t make himself. He loved her too much to do that. He truthfully cared so much that all he did was think about her. Yes he was pissed, yes he just freaking ranted on about how he regretted everything, but it was lies. All he wanted to do was go back and change what happened that night. He wanted to just shoot Shiloh down right there and spend the night like it was suppose to be. The night were he was going to tell the love of his life that he got a job at the ministry, for her. Just like she wanted, but… it was all ruined.

Shaking that horrible memory out of his head, and letting the alcohol slip into play he sat the bottle down, which was almost empty, and walked closer to his wife. Placing his hands lightly on her arm. “How do you do this too me Angela. How do you make me angry but feel so horrible at myself at the same time. How do you do that?” He asked keeping his voice low, the whiskey clear on his breath. Trent moved one of his hands down her arm to her wrist, and then to her hand. Just gripping it very lightly. “Damned woman.” He whispered starring down at her. “Damn arrogant, non respectful, innocent, beautiful, loving, amazing woman.” He whispered before he even knew it, his lips had moved closer to hers, and then it happened. Before Trent Noel caught himself he was kissing his ex-wife. All those built up emotions poured into it, and he didn’t know what he was getting himself into as he moved his hand from hers and around her waist pulling her delegate body closer to his…. How this night just changed.

[nan]

Angela actually did not know how to react, what to tell. She just stood there watching her ex-husband drink himself to oblivion. She had never seen him like this before. Her head was actually swirling, because a) she was drunk, and b) she was guilty. She knew she had hurt him so much that he had resorted to emptying bottles and bottles of fire-whiskey. She had wanted to hurt him badly, as much as he had, as much as he had broken her trust and love, and turned her an insecure fool. She should have felt a little satisfied, or atleast happy that she'd hurt him. But she wasn't feeling so, she was feeling.... she couldn't explain. She just wanted to sit there beside him, take care of him in every way, as she had before. She wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel him, feel his body against hers, feel loved, and love him. She wanted to tell him about Aaron, she wanted them to be a family once again. But... what if, history repeated itself? She didn't want Aaron to face what she had, she wanted him to be loved by all. She knew Trent would love Aaron, but she wanted Aaron to have it all, or let him be happy with her, as they both had nothing.

Being so close to Trent, had made her so jumpy, had made her nerves haywire. She was in dire need of even more alcohol to calm her down. Cynical, unhappy, and remembering his almost cheating, she'd sardonically asked him for some. He'd thrust a glass in her hand, by magic, and poured fire-whiskey into it. As soon as she acquired it, she chugged it down her throat. "Of course alcohol makes me happy, it makes everyone happy, that's why it was created!" drawled she, giggling, "Aw, no, Trent sweetheart, you made me very happy, so happy, that I can't be happy anymore." She paused, and then said, "Oh no, I'm happy when I don't think of you, and when I'm with Aaron."

Then she saw him down an entire bottle of fire-whiskey his throat, and promptly went to wipe his mouth with his sleeves, his white sleeves. She lunged at him, literally. "Trent!" Shrieked she. Shaking her head, she started mumbling, "Three years, and you've still not changed. Same old habit of wiping your mouth with your shirt. It's a white shirt, for merlin's sake! And handkerchief's are made for some reason, can't you get it into your handsome head? Now give that shirt to me, let me do something before that alcohol stains!" She stopped midway in her rant, recollecting those times, when she used to do this almost thrice a day, and sometimes she had wondered if he'd done that on purpose. Because, he used to reward her once she got the stain off, in the bed. Or maybe because, she didn't like washing wearing much clothes. She shook her head and muttered, "I swear, you are even worse than an eight year old kid." She'd become such an expert, that with a flick of her wand, the shirt would be as good as new.

Looking up, she met Trent's eyes, but she didn't dare move her eyes, as she sipped the fire whiskey from the glass. She didn't want to break any eye contact with him. She wanted to drown herself in those amazing deep green eyes. She had too, many times before. In fact the first time she laid her eyes on him, she'd been mesmerized by them. Yet, she'd somehow gathered the strength to refuse him for a dinner invitation for a very long time. She had remembered, he was Alice's, her arch nemesis' boyfriend back in Hogwarts. Two years older to them, and very handsome, he had been an exceptional quidditch player, as well. To be honest, she had always had a crush on him even when Alice dated him, but how would a boy as handsome as him, pay the slightest attention to an ugly duckling like her? But he'd smiled at her whenever she passed by in school, and she'd held her breath back then. Besides, she had been so cynical back then, with so many barriers, that it was impossible for anyone to penetrate through it and reach the actual her. Nonetheless, Trent had managed to do it, he had affected her so strongly and so deeply, that at one stage he'd become all that she lived for. She'd loved him so much, that life without him had started to seem impossible. It had been too, but for Aaron, she might have perhaps been depressed, and shocked now.

She saw his eyes go lower, and remembered that she was still wearing her wedding gown, the one he had gifted her. In response to his stare, she felt heat creeping out from within her belly. It was just the way he looked at her, it was enough to make her go crazy. She remembered how it was, when they were married. He looked at her, she melted, he touched her, she died and went to heaven, and when he gave pleasure to her, it was a feeling that could not be described.

However, the mood did not stay the same, she was not ready for him to burst out at her, yell at her. She stood there, frozen for a minute. What was he saying? He lost out on everything because of her? He.. what? He begged them? She was growing even more furious by the minute. Didn't he realise that she'd let him in, and when he'd screwed up, she'd felt like a part of her dying? Didn't he know how screwed up she already was? She didn't care for him? What the hell was he saying? What? How dare he?! "What?!" she barked out, "What are you saying Trent? If you knew you could have done better than me, then why the hell did you marry me in the first place? You knew I was a muggleborn from the beginning. I'd told you on our first date, why did you pursue me, then? If being with me meant sacrificing all other relations, why do it? I never asked you to beg, I never asked you to come to the Leaky Cauldron everyday, and ask me out?! Do you know how I felt when your family wouldn't accept me all because I'm a muggle born? At least you were loved! Do you know how it feels to be disowned; to have your parents send an obituary in the newspaper when you are very much alive? Do you know how it is to have been abandoned by your family, because you were not perfect? Do you know how much I've wanted to be loved?! My parents never loved me, my aunt, she was there for some time; and then I don't know what happened to her. Do you know how alone I've felt my entire life? If you feel like you lost everything because of me, why the hell did you marry me?"

She sat down, unable to control her tears from falling. She continued, amidst her tears, her voice softer than that of hers before, "When I saw what my transformation did, that everyone flocked to me, I realised what a fickle world this was. It was better to be alone, that to be betrayed. I didn't believe in love, I didn't want to; I hadn't want to live either, but I was happy, accepting that loneliness was indeed my best friend." She looked at him with teary eyes, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and said, "Why did you pursue me, Trent? Why did you have to be so amazing, and sweep me off my feet? Why did you make me fall in love with you, that I couldn't go back? Why, Trent, Why?" Sniffing, she said looking at the floor, and refusing to meet his eyes, "I never trusted anyone, not until you came, and when you kissed Shiloh, my whole world came crashing down. I let you in, you screw up. That once was enough for breaking my heart, for making me realize that I had been right when I refused you at first. I can't let you screw up again, if that means not having you in my life, so be it, if that means I have to be selfish and just care for myself, so be it." Her life would be miserable without him, she'd rather die than be without him, but she wasn't going to tell him that. She took a few steps back, and staggered as she sat on the bed, letting her tears fall freely now.

When he proclaimed his love for her, she gazed at the blurred image of him, and smiled. She made an effort to stand up, and touch his cheek, and caress it. She couldn't help but reply, "The feeling was all mutual." She wanted to add, that she still loved him, but bit back her tongue. She still had that much control over her body. She looked around once again as he declared this was the Lott manor. She softly mumbled, "If we were still married you would never have got this house." She stated it as a fact.

She knew she should not bring in old feelings, but she couldn't help it. She didn't want to, either. She didn't want to feel so worked up, so she took more of alcohol. She just wanted to be loved. And who better lover than her ex-husband? Moreover, being a non-alcohol drinker, she lost her control completely, and almost started swaying, and losing her senses. Now that her eyes were free of tears, she gazed into his green eyes once again, and found herself getting lost in them. She saw him move forward, and then he grabbed her, gently this time. She raised her eyes now, to meet his. They were so close, that she could feel the head radiate from his body. She was just about to reply to his rhetorical question, when he claimed her lips. Angela lost all the ability to think right then. She wrapped her hands around his neck while she kissed him back fervently. Three years of passion was in that kiss, three years of being away from each other, without each other.

Oh, he was so handsome, and such an amazing person. Oh, how she felt guilty about keeping him in the dark regarding Aaron. But she didn't want to think all that, she just wanted to savor this moment. She just wanted to be with Trent, love him one more time. Deep down, she knew, that she was still in love with him, and nothing could take his place in her heart. Not even Aaron, but then Aaron held his own special place in his heart. She just... wanted to spend this magical night with him. Just Angela, and Trent.

[khjohns2005]

Trent truthfully didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care if he stood here and got wasted. He didn’t care if he drunk the whole night away. He didn’t care about anything. Angela Hastings truly hurt him this time. She picked an old wound and stirred it up again. This woman was going to be the end of him and he knew it. Trent knew that he hurt her in the past, but it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t control Shiloh, and he sure as hell couldn’t stop a full blooded veela’s charm. It was nearly impossible to do! And the woman standing in front of him didn’t’ give him the time of day to explain himself over that matter, so that hurt even worse. And now, she was going to go an accuse him of having relations with her! He wouldn’t’ even think of sleeping with Shiloh! Truth be told there has only been three girls in his life that he did have relations with, Maggie Sutton, the girl he lost his virginity too when he was fourteen, Alice Puddifoot, his girlfriend that he dated for four years, and then Angela Hastings, his wife, and the only woman he ever truly loved…Now standing here with his wife, ex wife, damn whatever the hell she was to him he couldn’t help but to drink and drink, he didn’t want to face her sober. He had already done that a few times and it seemed to end badly. So beign the stubborn Trent Noel Lott he was he just kept drinking.

Watching Angela take the drink he had given her he rolled his eyes slightly. Damn that woman. How had she managed to make his life such a living hell, how had she managed to turn his world upside down. He didn’t know, and Trent doubted he would ever find out, but his answer for now, and what it has been is because he is so madly in love with that woman. Shaking those thoughts out of his head he caught what she said, just smirking. Trent didn’t really remember her as a drinker when they where married. She always went non alcoholic most of the time. So saying alcohol made her happy actually made Trent laugh. “Angela sicne when did you drink so much.” Replied he. It wasn’t like he cared, but being drunk himself he couldn’t help but to ask, but then, just as the mood seemed to lighten slightly she started to talk again. Her words, yet again stung him. Why did they sting so bad, only for the mere fact that he felt the same exact way. Angela Hastings made him so happy that it was impossible to be happy anymore. Nothing made him happy nowadays, and it was because of her. Because she had that effect that made him feel so good that it was impossible for him to feel happy anymore… Again damn that woman.

The last thing she said caught his attention and made his eyes narrow. She was happy when she ws with somebody named Aaron. Who in the hell was Aaron? Did she have another man? Was she sleeping with someone else? Had she finally moved on and was leaving him in the dust? All these questions built up, but he tried to remain calm. “Who in the hell is Aaron Angela?” oh well there went the trying to be calm approach… “Did you get another guy? Are you sleeping together? Who is he Angela?!” HE asked, well almost demanded as he starred over at her. How did she expect him to act at something like that. At finding out that she was happy with another guy, or in this case another boy. But little did he know that she was speaking of their son. Of the son that Trent Lott has longed for, for so many years now. The son that his whole family seemed to know about, besides him… But he didn’t know this, so, Trent Lott is reacting like any other man in his situation would. Angry, upset, and wanting answers.

Hearing her say this, about this other man just made his anger worse, which made him drink more and more, and he didn’t even really remember how she hated him wiping his mouth on his shirt, which was a filthy habit of his. But just as he forgot that she quickly reminded him. Watching him lunge toward him made his eyes went white as she started looking at the stain now on his sleeve, and listening to her little rant about him still being stubborn. About him needing to use a handkerchief, but he didn’t see the use in them, defiantly when his shirt was much more convenient. Shaking his head he listened, just like she was married. He took off his shirt handing it too her. Now just standing there in his tux pants and no shirt.

Trent remembered on many occasions when he had stained his shirt on ‘’accident’’ just to make her angry, which made him take off his shirt, and well then you could see how that ended now cant you. Trent and Angela were so in love that many things did lead to them beign back in bed. Hell an argument led them back to the bedroom. Going and watching some muggle movie, because Trent knew she liked them, would normally lead them back to bed. It seemed like everything they did led them back to their bedroom. And Trent Lott didn’t really care. He quiet enjoyed it, and seeing how many times they ended up in bed he was shocked that he never got his wish of a child…

Now with a mischievous smile he looked at her. “Come on Angie. Why can’t I just use my sleeve? Its much more convenient, and I know just how much you like seeing me shirtless babe.” He said with an almost drunken slur as he spoke. This is exactly why Trent Lott didn’t drink, because when he did he would say the stupidest things…Grinning ever so mischievously at her he walked up closer to her putting his hands on her arms rubbing them lightly with that same smirk on his face. “You know you miss having to clean up after me. Don’t you. Don’t you miss having to fuss with me over little things, and then us normally ended back in bed… You know you miss it.” He teased as he rubbed up her arms and then down to her hands. Picking up one of them and kissing the top of it very lightly before turning back around and picking up the whiskey taking another swig of it.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers Trent just smiled slightly as he rubbed his hand over his stomach. How he loved Angela, it wasn’t even funny. See Trent had always had an eye for the girl. Every since they were in school. Yes she wasn’t the prettiest thing, but there was something about her that just drew him it. It made him want to know her more. Trent couldn’t explain it, but he was drawn to her. Even when he dated Alice, who happened to be the one girl in the school that probably hated Angela the most. Trent would always smile at her when they crossed each other in the hallway. He would say hey every now and then. And sometimes at his quidditch matches he would even throw her a grin after he caught the snitch, during the years he played seeker that is…

Trent did find it odd though that he had to wait until he was out of Hogwarts to even think about talking to her more than a few minutes. That night in the bar was probably the most nervous Trent Noel Lott had ever been in his entire life. His stomach was flipping, his forehead was on the verge of sweating, and just when he thought she was going to say yes to his date offer, she said no. OH that drew him in even more. Definetly seeing that he always liked people that he had to work to get, and Angela proved herself the most difficult person he ever had to get in his entire life, but it was all worth it. Even if he still wasn’t with that woman now, because he knew he affected her. He knew that he got deeper within her heart than anyone else had. Trent knew that he broke threw many barriers she had built up, and he was proud of that.

And now that beautiful woman was sitting before him in the wedding dress that he had given her. The one she had admired so many times, but didn’t want to bother him over it because of how expansive it was. Even though Trent had told her numerous times that price wasn’t a problem when it came to love, and defiantly when it came to their wedding. But seeing her in it tonight, with another man nearly ripped his heart out of his chest. That was suppose to be a dress that she only wore that night with him, not when she was dancing with another man. That hurt, but now, seeing her here in his room wasn’t bothering him as bad. But that mood that was actually starting to lighten didn’t last long.

Her words in response to his tirade actually made him think. It made him regret saying all of that, because Trent knew he couldn’t’ do better than her. Well he could in his family’s opinion, but in his heart, he knew that she was the only woman placed on this earth that was made for him. Rubbing his eyes trying to fight back the anger that had built up yet again, it didn’t work though. Now not really anger he felt the words just start to pour for the second time tonight… “Because I love you Angela!!! I couldn’t not be around you. Every since I first laid my eyes on you so many years ago I have wanted you in my life. I didn’t care if you were a muggle born. I didn’t care that you weren’t what my parents wanted. I just wanted you. I wanted your love, no one else’s. I didn’t mind giving up everything if that meant that I could be with you! I didn’t mind it at all. I didn’t mind trying to get my family to like you and accept you. I didn’t give a damn…” He said as he took a breath and ran his fingers threw his messed up brownish black hair before looking back at her. “I don’t know how it feels to be disowned, but if I could change places with you were you wouldn’t have hurt from that I would have… Angela you don’t’ know how much I loved you, damn you don’t know how much I still love you.” He said as he starred over at her for a moment stepping closer to her. He placed his hand on her cheek rubbing it with his thumb for a moment as he just looked at her. “I would have moved to the muggle world if it would have made you happy. I would have done anything… I might have lost everything, hell I did loose everything, but… I don’t regret marrying you.” Yes all of that just contradicted what he said earlier, but that was actually the truth. That was what he should have said in the first place, not something about her not being good for him and what not…

Seeing her then start to cry he bent down over in front of her. Angela crying was one thing he could never handle, drunken or not. Placing his hand on her knee he just looked up at her and listened. His mind was in other places but he tried to listen, even if he was angry, even if he wanted to just yell at moments, he just listened. Finally finding a time to talk. “Your transformation didn’t pull me in. Your beauty wasn’t what caught my eye. I had wanted to talk to you for years, but you were the one girl in this world that I was actually nervous to talk too. I don’t know why that is. I really don’t but it made me want you. It made me want to get to know you. And once I did I knew it was the best thing I could have ever possible done. You were the best thing I had ever stumbled upon. I didn’t make you fall in love with me; well I didn’t try to make you. It just happened. It just happened some way. I just guess it was meant to be. I guess we were suppose to fall in love, because I know it was the best damn thing ever in my life. I knew that then and I know it know Angela.” He said simply as he moved his hand up to her cheek tilting her face to look at him. “I didn’t really trust anyone either Angela. I was always taught not to trust. Not to trust anyone but my family, until you came along. Yeah you were the first person I ever actually truly let in, and trust me Angela, if you still can somewhere in side of you, believe me when I say I didn’t want Shiloh then, and I don’t want her now. I didn’t plan on her coming in that night. I didn’t plan on her using her veela charm to lure me into that kiss. I didn’t want that Angela. I wanted you, damn I still want you. I want to get back into your heart like I was back then. I don’ know how, and I know that you probably don’t want me back in. Like you just said you don’t want me to screw up again, and I won’t… I know I am probably just rambling on like a drunken fool, but I mean it… Angela I still love you, a and one day one day I am going to get back into their.” He said placing his hand on her chest for a moment before standing back up and turning around rubbing the back of his neck knowing all those words probably didn’t’ mean anything to her… She probably wasn’t even listening.

Now just standing there time seemed to fly by, so did his actions. He had moved closer to her, running his hands down her side and then it didn’t seem long before he had pulled her close and pressed his lips to her to form that amazing kiss that had been waiting three years to happen. With a smile on his face he moved his hand to her back leading her over to the bed, laying her back and hovering slightly over her as he kept moving his lips with hers. Not wanting this too end, and by the looks of it, it wouldn’t end anytime soon. Just with her back to the bed he moved his hands down her all so familiar curves moving his lips down her neck running over every one of the spots he knew she loved.

This might be a mistake, Trent didn’t know, and truthfully he didn’t’ care… He had been deprived of her touch for too many years. He had been deprived of the pleasure he found when being with her for three to many years, and he was determined to change that tonight. Not even caring if both of them were too drunk to control themselves, right now that was looking like it would actually come into his favor on this long long night…