Never Fall (COMPLETED)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I shook my hands and took deep breaths. It's been a week since Michigan's adventure. During that week we had plays. Today was the last day and I was nervous.

I don't know why because Ive done this about 6 times already. This time is different because Zane was coming.

He saw no reason to come since Marcus was fine. He would be fine. I had to beg him to come.

I wanted him to be there when we took our final bows.

"30 seconds Roxie." Nathan announced.

I nodded and started bouncing slightly. I rolled my neck and shoulders.

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand 

This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: 

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand 

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Marcus held my hand and smiled.

My hand became cold like usual.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, 

Which mannerly devotion shows in this, 

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, 

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." I remained neutral like i was told.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." I want to pull my hand away. By now it was freezing.

I missed the warmth Zane gave me.

No you don't! Focus on the play not Zane.

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. 

They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." His hand slowly traveled the length of my arm like we practiced.

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." I held back my shudder.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take." His hand caresses my face and he kisses me lightly. "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged." I can tell he was holding back his smirk.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." I gulped because we have to kiss again. I didn't want to kiss him again.

The crowd gasped and I looked at the floor. Zane was on Marcus wrestling him to the ground.

This wasn't in the script.

I watched as they fought on the ground. Zane punched him pretty close to his temple and knocked him out. I jumped back slightly and watched as he stood up.

He wiped his mouth even though nothing was there.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." I repeated shakily.

He stepped towards me and caressed my cheek. It instantly became warm.

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! 

Give me my sin again." He leaned in and our lips met.

Even though it was for a split second I could feel the spark that it created. I jumped back and so did he. His hand dropped to his side and I touched my lips.

He smiled slightly. I just stood there dumbfounded. The curtains closed. When they did I headed to change for my next scene.

"Roxie wait!" He pulled me back.