Dylan had decided to put on a horror film called The Exorcism of Emily Rose. "Look it even has your name in it, Rose," he had said, feeling very proud of himself.
"My name is Rosalie," Rosalie had yelled back.
With every scary scene that came on, Rosalie jumped closer to Dylan, until she was clinging on to his large bicep and scratching it as her nails dug into his skin. It had gotten dark outside and Dylan had even turned the lights off. Halfway into the movie, she was already scared to death.
"Okay, if you want to continue watching this, you have to sit behind me," she said.
Dylan was visibly confused by her request. "Why?"
"So that if a ghost attacks me from behind, it gets you first," she explained.
Dylan burst into a fit of laughter at her reasoning. Once he was finally able to catch his breath, he continued speaking.
"What if it attacks you from the front?"
"Then I'll see it coming and be able to fight back," she replied, her tone serious.
"Fair enough," he chuckled and folded his legs as he sat up, giving her space to sit in front of him.
The little distance between them was soon filled when Rosalie leaned back on him while simultaneously attempting to obstruct her view of the movie with a cushion. Resting against Dylan was oddly comforting and by the time the movie ended, neither of them was awake.
When Rosalie woke up, she felt well rested and her cramps had finally subsided except for the heavy feeling around her waist. She reached her hand down to check what was bothering her and felt an arm draped around her.
Snapping her head to look behind her, Dylan's face greeted her. She pushed his arm away with all her strength and moved away, gasping in horror. All of these sudden movements woke Dylan up and he stared at her in shock.
"Oh, my God, Dylan! Get out of my bed," she yelled.
"Can you stop shouting? I literally just woke up," he groaned.
"No! Can't you see what happened? We were... spooning," she dry heaved at the word.
Dylan slowly got up and stepped out of the bed. "Calm down. It's not a big deal," he brushed her off.
"How can you say that? We broke a rule," she said pointedly.
"We didn't even have sex so the rules don't apply," he shrugged.
"Are you serious? That makes it worse," she roared. The fact that Dylan was acting so non-serious about this was pissing her off.
"Why? Are you in love with me now?" He asked, getting irritated by her tantrum.
"No," she mumbled.
"Great. Neither am I. So we're good," he replied casually and walked out of the room while Rosalie stared at him, horrified.
Dylan had never taken the rules very seriously and it always bothered Rosalie. She finally tried to calm herself down, making a mental note that she would be extra careful from now on.
Both of them got on with their day and left for the airport once it was time for their flight.
Even though Dylan's company had a private plane, they had to take a commercial flight since the jet was being used by his father, at the moment. After landing at their destination, they had a car waiting for them that took them straight to the hotel they were supposed to stay at. The hotel was grand and they were quickly taken to their large suite.
Despite being a huge and extravagant room, it only had a single, king sized bed. They couldn't have asked for another room since the world knew them to be a happily married couple.
Rosalie spent the rest of the day in the lounge that was attached to the bedroom and even ate there by herself. Dylan had confined himself into the bedroom and only came out to grab the food, which he ate inside.
A fight spewed between the two when they tried to decide who would sleep on the couch. Rosalie tried to use her period as an excuse, claiming the couch would only add to her pain and discomfort and Dylan told her to sleep in the bed. But, that didn't mean he would be taking the couch. After disagreeing for a good fifteen minutes, Rosalie finally gave up and went to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth. Dylan followed suit when she returned.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Rosalie setting up pillows in the centre of the bed.
"What are you doing," he asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"I'm making a pillow wall to separate us so last night's disaster doesn't repeat itself," she informed and hopped into the bed.
The next day was spent mostly visiting the grounds for the power plant. Rosalie and Dylan had lunch with a few people they were supposed to meet and afterwards, Dylan excused himself to go meet an old friend.
Meanwhile, Rosalie returned back to the hotel. She was a little thankful for the timing of her menstrual cycle to sync with their unexpected trip. Staying in the same room, they would have definitely ended up having sex which could have further led to only one thing: cuddling. Rosalie believed that could only result in unrequited feelings, something that she intended to stay as far away from as possible.
She was busy watching a movie on TV when her phone rang. She picked it up to see it was an unknown caller.
"Hello?"
"Is this Rosalie Stevens," an unfamiliar female voice asked.
"Yes. How can I help you?
"Your husband has been in an accident."