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Some things just make me shiver.
Like when I stand on our roof just a step away from a 150 foot fall.
Or when I know I've come this close to death.
Or when his hand's on my waist.
And I'm freezing.
Except for that one spot where he's touching.
That's on fire.
And my hand, which he has pulled into his lap so he can play with my fingers.
It passed on fire a long time ago.
And I know we're both thinking the same thing.
'Cause I can feel it where our hands connect.
And I'm seeing random thoughts.
His thoughts.
I don't know what's going on.
But I don't really care.
'Cause I kinda like it.
I wonder if he can hear my thoughts.
He wants to kiss me senseless.
And I'm okay with that.
But he won't.
'Cause he's too nice.
But I really don't want him to be nice right now.
I want him to kiss me.
But, then again, everyone would watch us.
I mean, we're not exactly alone here.
There's got to be fifteen people down here.
We could take a walk...
But he won't think of that, and I'm not gonna suggest it.
'Cause then he might take his hand off my waist.
I want it to stay there.
It can stay there forever, if he wants.
I wish it would.
"Do you want to take a walk?"
Maybe he is hearing my thoughts.
That's a little embarrassing.
But, then again, he's thinking the same thing.
We get off this couch and head outside.
There is no moon tonight.
It's really dark.
I mean, really dark.
Maybe now he'll get around to doing some of those things he was thinking of.
But he probably won't.
I wish he weren't so nice.
We walk around the back of the castle.
There's a huge rose garden back here.
We make our silent way along a path through the flowers.
After a while, I am lost.
The flowers are taller than my head, and I don't know which direction we came from.
But he seems to.
I can barely see.
But he can.
I let him lead me to a small clearing, maybe 8 feet square.
There's a huge old tree in one corner.
We sit with our backs against it.
His hand goes back to my waist.
That makes me very happy.
The other one is still clasping my own hand.
Thankfully, it never let go.
I catch another random thought.
He still wants to kiss me senseless.
But he won't.
He looks at me.
I can barely see him, but somehow we meet each other's eyes.
Then he leans in a little.
And I lean against him.
And our lips meet.
Some things just make me shiver.