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Chapter Five : Witness

A/N: Here's another chapter! Please Review! It means so much, pretty please! And give our your opinions on the characters, i'd appreaciate it. Hope you all enjoy! Also, please excuse the format of this story, the spellchecker usually does this a lot XD plese excuse the gaps and all. Also for any grammar or spelling errors.

Chapter Five : Witness

Layla

Layla and Arthur, walked along the dock of the beach. The day had gone to mid afternoon where the sun was setting and saying its goodbyes. The sky held a pink and purple tone in the horizon  

with a warm breeze that made Layla, feel dizzy with happiness. The air whipped through her hair as she walked with Arthur. 

Their shoulders brushing just as their hands. She didn't have any intention of holding his hand or being close to him, but they walked at the same time. Like magnets. Wherever he went, she  

went. If he moved, she moved. They spent the day together, talking about life and it's downers and ups. Somehow, the socialite girl had a lot in common with the lower class boy.  

"I think I should be getting home," Layla said quietly with a small smile as she stopped walking and gazed up at him. Having to crane her neck just a bit to talk to him and meet his blue orbs. 

Arthur, nodded in understanding with a smile, "It is getting late, I should be going as well. Maybe visit my mum." 

She grinned with a nod, "I wanted to say that today was... amazing and I had a lot of fun.. most fun in ages," She chuckled, "thanks for that." She said with a softer smile and eyes as she looked up  

at him, biting her lip lightly. Her heart was skipping a bit in her chest, and she was getting lost in his eyes that were reflecting with the sunset. 

Arthur, on the other hand only saw the sunset in Layla's eyes. He could even hear her heartbeat as he smiled lightly, with a boyish crook to it, "I had a lot of fun, too. You're unlike any other  

woman I've met, Layla." He said softly, his accent slipping on the highest level which only made Layla, smile even more and the blush creep up in her cheeks. 

And at that moment, finally with a simple touch that he'd been longing, Arthur reached down and gently caressed her cheek that was as smooth as a feather and warm as a cup of tea. His smile  

growing softer and softer and only showing in his eyes as he ever so gently, leaned down and kissed her lips. 

Layla's whole being was being taken away from reality and her knees felt like jelly on toast. Melting and giving away with a twining of her heart. Goose bumps spread on her pores like a frenzy of emotions and her stomach was twirling. 

Arthur's lips tasted of mint and something she couldn't make out. His lips were smooth and gentle against hers, not like other men who had chapped lips and roughly kissed. His was tender and  

gentle as if he were kissing a precious pearl. Which he believed she was. 

He thought she tasted like honey, dipped in love and lust and trust with a tinge of absolute happiness. A mixture of everything in love. He felt like a little boy that was diving too deep into love. A lot of his friends said that falling for someone was bounding to be a clear witness of utter disappointment. That giving your heart to someone would mean the end for you and your social life.  

That hearts are breakable and after the suffering, things are barely the same. 

But if he had to take that chance with Layla, he'd do it. Gladly. He'd take that chance for her any day, because his love for her might've been quick. But lately, he was beginning to think that it