The longing between each sudden moment of bliss never changed. Never shifted. Never altered. The desperate pain in waiting for the slight lift in the otherwise monotonous life was surely crippling.

I knew. Somehow. I must have known, that one day I would not be able to thrive of the small glimpses into another reality. I didn't, however, know that it would be so unforeseen and rapid.

There was nothing special about the way things were happening, yet I could sense a shift in the room. As usual I could barely contain myself at being in such close proximity to this extraordinary presence. The way he holds himself, in such pride and confidence despite throwing small glances that demand reassurance and flattery. The unstable balance within him draws me in further with every meeting.

Unknowingly on this fairly standard afternoon, something changed within me. It wasn't a sudden change, like flipping a switch, but a gradual build up, painstakingly slow, claiming attention and authority as it grew mightier and mightier. When the change was no longer containable, I did something I would never have done previously.

The outcome seems insignificant when in comparison to the build-up, but the consequences did not disappoint.

One hand clasped around another's wrist.

That is all it took to break down the fragile walls of the current arrangement between us. His hand covered mine forcing my fingers to tighten around his wrist without even looking towards me. Panic overcame me and I somehow managed to stumble my way through a measly apology. Purposively his head turned towards mine and it happened. I was trapped within his eyes, held against my own will yet thankful to be there. First times are romantically coerced into being 'unforgettable' but there really was no other way to describe it, the first time he really saw me, not as someone from the lab, but really me. I felt like more than just another figure in a white coat, another pair of feet walking down the same corridors, another beating heart wandering the streets of London.

Without warning I felt my face fill with colour and my breath to quicken, yet he held me prison under his gaze. I was cornered in an open room.

In one fluid motion, he had leaned forward leaving only a few inches between our faces. A puzzled look developed into his distinguished features, a look that usually appears whilst scrutinising a slide under a microscope lens. Impossible as it seems, my breathing became even shallower almost to the point of losing consciousness when the light between us closed along with any final doubts that were remaining.

His scent was now palpable and mine to taste. The shape of his mouth also became tangible and was again claimed by my own lips. An unknown passion rose within him, forcing me to stand up with him as his leaning frame grew taller. With gentle yet undeniable force, we travelled towards the edge of the room, his large hands negotiated along my arms in a repetitive up and down motion as if unsure what to do.

Finally reaching the unforgiving wall, his hands now pinning me against the wall in a lenient manner. The kiss became deeper and ever so more insistent and the whole room was ablaze. Breathing became increasingly sparse and objects began to spin. Then, blackness.

Waking up whilst lying on a table is not how I envisioned the events following the kiss to happen, yet there I was. Sat beside the table upon which I was laying, was a face of pure worry and confusion. As I sat up, I heard his incessant apologies and requests for reassurance, which I nodded my way through until a glass of water was thrust into my hand. Drink in hand, I tried to organise my scattered thoughts, what just happened? What am I going to do now? Why is he staring at me like that? Forcing my gaze to stay mostly fixed on the glass in front of me, I was only vaguely aware of him leaning closer towards me and whispering a final apology, filled with sincerity.