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'' Oh Romeo, '' I say, my voice so full of love and passion that I almost have to vomit.

The boy standing below my balcony, my Romeo, let the coat he wears slide over his shoulders and stretches his right arm in front of him to direct it towards the heavens. His white blouse shows a large part of his bare chest. A layer of caramel colored skin creates a beautiful contrast with the white of the fabric. It's quiet around us until he speaks.

'' Oh Julia. Speak sweet words, "he says when his beautiful eyes find mine and he enchants me with his worried stare. ''Say you love me.''

I sigh deeply and let my hands fall by my dress so that I can tighten my grip on my skirt. My hands are trembling with nervousness, my legs almost too shaky to be able to stand. I look down upon him, examining him in all his glory, and answer to his prayer.

"How did you get here? Do not forget who you are. Go away! If my father sees you, then - ''

Romeo interrupts my words. His voice fills my body with butterflies. Butterflies that I want to banish from my inner self. We can not be together, for we are too different and not alike.

"He can see me. I'm not afraid, '' Romeo says full of self-confidence. His lips stretch up in a simple, dorky smile.

Romeo walks to the brick wall under my balcony and grabs ahold of the ivy with his bare hands. The leaves are chained between the narrow grooves of the castle wall, making it almost impossible for him to climb with. He works his way up very slowly.

"Answer me Romeo, how did you get here?" I ask again in amazement.

His hands, clean from wounds, are now on the stone fence of the balcony next to me. He pulls his body up, so that his face can be in line with mine.

"By love, my lady. She shows me the way, '' he replies.

One of his hands leaves his firm grip on the balcony and moves up to grab my hand. The touch is so careful that he is probably afraid to break me, even though I am not that fragile at all - which he must know by now.

His eyes sparkle in the bright light of the 'moon' above us.

"I love you," he says.

His words seem almost real. So real that they turn on a strange sensation inside of me. I can feel my heart unintentionally skip a beat when I  intertwine my fingers with his. His hands feel as soft as feathers, dancing across my skin.

''Do you really love me? Are we in love? "I doubtfully ask.

He reluctantly releases my hand. His two hands find the support beam of the balcony, after which he pulls his legs over the fence in a smooth movement and he ends up  standing next to me. His right hand now finds my cheek. I let my hand tenderly touch his and answer.

'' It scares me, '' I whisper, broken and confused about my feelings for the boy in front of me.

Romeo drops his hand down to my neck and slowly rubs my jaw with his thumb. Why is he so sincere now?

Only when his pupils dilate and his mouths rises up into a bigger smile I know that he has studied the words so well that he can bring them in a perfect way.

"You do not have to be afraid."

Then I close my eyes and allow him to come closer to me. No matter how hard I find it to do this, I let him do it.

His left hand caresses my hip, which he slowly draws closer to him. He bends his body forward and allows our foreheads to rest against one another. I feel his calm breathing on my cheek, his hot breath giving me goose bumps.

"I am here," he whispers softly, as gentle as an angel.

Then he kisses me, his lips capturing mine in a pure moment of euphoria. They taste of lust, desire, ambition and perhaps also a bit of peppermint.

He lets his hand go through my hair and draws my body closer and closer to his, as if he is afraid that I will leave, that I'm going to abandon him.

Only when he deepens the kiss - yes, by that I mean a real French kiss - and his hand wanders to my ass, I feel the tendency to hit him in his face and retreat.

I know that the sentence he just said was written down in the script, but THIS action certainly isn't!  The worst thing is that I allow it. Why am I allowing it?

The audience in the room cheers and claps loudly for our performance. I can only concentrate on his kiss and our lips that can not come apart. He surprises me by smiling. I can feel his mouth corners stretch upwards.

His hand covers the small transmitter on my cheek when he pulls his face back, breathing heavily and opening his eyes. The grimace has still not disappeared from his face.

My right hand now also covers the transmitter on his cheek. I can feel a few of his silky soft curly hairs stuck under the palm of my hand. When did I put my hand down there?

The only thing he can say is;

"We will never do this again, understood?"

I can hardly disagree.

"Deal."