I follow him into the crypt. He pulls off his leather duster and throws it on top of the sarcophagus. He turns around to me, his eyes disbelieving. I give him a small smile and run my finger down his cheek. He can't believe that I love him, and I really can't either. The room is full of a thick tension, where neither of us know what to do or say. His stormy blue eyes are so of full of love for me that my brain stops working for a moment. He reaches out and pushes my jacket to the floor, watching my face. He looks away and I step closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He looks back at me and smiles. Time stops as he reaches out again, this time pulling me close into his arms. "Tara," he whispers, and I look up at him. He places his hand softly on my cheek and pulls my face toward his. I'm lost in his kiss; his soft, cool tongue gently pushing aside my lips. He almost pulls back in surprise when I respond. Finally, I pull away, feeling the need to breathe again. He looks at me nervously, waiting for a reaction. I smile at him and he grins. He picks me up in his arms and carries me downstairs to our room, his eyes promising pleasure to come.