Time For Change?

The Healing Room

"Mi lady we have arrived in the healing room." He sets me down on one of the long nurse beds.

I look around looking for the nurse but I guess she's not here. So, I decide to make the most out of it.

"What do I owe thee for this kind deed?"

"No no it's an honor... but," He flashes me a smirk that could swoon over a dragon.

Okay this medieval thing is going to my mind.

He  leans forward, leaving me trapped in between his arms and the cushions. "A kiss upon thee would be quite a reward."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh I don't think so Romeo." I hold my hand up on his lips.

"Why not Juliet? You would die for me but you won't even kiss me?"

"Yes, because death has no match against my love for you... Romeo. Why only kiss once while your alive when you could kiss forever in death?"

A silence drowns the room before he answers.

"Well, now we both know that Shakespeare has nothing on you. That was deep." He compliments.

"Certainly not deeper than my love for you." I tease.

"And how deep is that?" He retorts.

I pause for a moment which I regret right after. 

"Deeper than you think."

"That's very touching Juliet but now it is my turn to recite my love for you."

I mock him. "But your not Romeo, Bret is." A shiver goes up and down my spine once the goofiness is drained from his face and replaced with anger and seriousness.

"Thy Romeo is a fake." He practically spits in disgust. "My love for you goes beyond his. Even beyond yours. Thy has no idea the struggles thee faces when thinking about you. The aches felt every second when thee is not with you yet it all disintegrates when that angelic face is in my sights. Those pair of eyes that shine brighter than any star. It astonishes me how my very own eyes can see you, for the most beautiful things in life are not seen but felt by the heart..."

I was speechless and now only realized that I have been crying.

I smile. "That was beautiful it's indescribable."

"Now you know how I feel when I see you." He smirks.

I lean in to kiss him on the cheek. 

"That's it? I made you cry!?!?"

I laugh grinning from ear to ear. As I calm down I look into his eyes and can't help but to fall for him all over again.

"Love is a word that would never compare to the things I feel for you yet all I can say is... I love you."

I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer. Where I got the confidence to do this I don't know but there's no backing out now. My eyes were already set on his lips and when I felt my lips twitch I knew they were aching for his too. My breathing is uneven, my heart feels like it's about to burst and there is not a lump but a mountain that seems to be stuck in my throat. My boldness wavers for a moment until his hand meets my chin. I smile a little before lightly closing my eyes letting go in that split second.

Together into a slow, passionate kiss as our lips are locked together and the key was thrown in an active volcano. The feelings running through my veins and the the thoughts roaming through my head is nothing but him. Him and his lips. His plush lips that move with mine in a little dance and our love is the melody. His lips are hot and nearly burn mine but in a pleasurable way. My whole body feels warm as if were wrapped in our own little blanket. No, I don't feel sparks or fireworks or flames, I feel... love.