You're left dumbfounded as the bottle points to Lysander. Things like this don't happen to you. Ever. This is the guy you've been crushing on ever since you set foot in Sweet Amoris. Write this one in the history books.

Lysander stands, his Victorian style clothes looking as classy as ever. He gently smiles at you, his heterochromia eyes flashing with what you hope is excitement.

He lifts his elbow, offering you an arm like the gentleman he his. You smile up at him before thanking him, "Why thank you good sir!"

Lysander gives you an amused smile before the two of you stop in front of the closet.

"My lord and lady," Kim said with a smirk before shutting the door.

You fidget nervously, unsure of what to do. From what you know of Lysander, he doesn't seem the type to just kiss a girl willy-nilly. But then again, he did consciously make the decision to play; he had to know what it would entail…

"You seem nervous," Lys says, placing his warm hand on your wringing fingers. "What bothers you?"

"Well, I, uhm," you stutter stupidly as he gently grabs your other hand, lacing your fingers together. Your heart pounds in your chest and the butterflies flap at a mile a minute in your stomach.

"Am I distressing you?" He asked upset, making to let go of your hands.

"NO!" You cry, gripping his hands even tighter. "Well, I mean you make me nervous. I don't know what you're thinking or what you want. You're very hard for me to read."

"I am sorry; I tend to be a bit of a mystery for most. But please calm down. Don't over think this," he tells you softly, letting go of your left hand to touch your face. You close your eyes as his warmth spreads through your face, feeling him and the energy he's giving off.

You open your eyes to see him standing very close, his face inches-centimeters-from yours. You stare into his green and golden eyes, letting him know you're okay with where this is going; you want it.

Lysander's lips were soft and gentle on yours, just like you'd always imagined they'd be. He wasn't invasive or overly excited, simply slow and tender, like he didn't want to miss a moment. You feed off his energy, hyper aware of the taste of his lips, the feel of his body, the intimacy of your locked hands.

The two of you pull away, staring into each others eyes.

"You're beautiful, do you know that?" Lysander asks, causing you to blush and look away.

"Hey, it's true," he says placing his fingers under your chin, forcing you to stare into his eyes.

"Thank you, Lys," you say with a soft smile. He grins down at you before gently kissing you on the forehead.