My head hurt and I could feel my heart in my feet. Whether this was normal…
I had no clue. I sat up wearily with my hand placed on the side of my head,
pushing some blonde hair into my face. I blinked and turned to my left to
find Christian sitting on a chair next to the bed asleep. I began to wonder
what time it was.
Swinging both legs off the bed I soon found myself wondering around his pad. I moved past his typewriter and out to the ledge protruding from the side of the building. AS I was gazing over the edge a hand touched my back.
"AHHHHH!" I screamed and about fell off. He grabbed me before I did. I turned around so that I was facing him.
"Careful…" he said softly. He looked at me with such intense eyes I went a little weak at the knees.
We walked back into his room and began to talk,
"What time is it?" I said looking at him puzzled.
"About 10." He replied glancing at his watch.
"I should probably get going then… um… yeah" I looked at him.
"Yeah… you probably should." He said with a little hesitation.
We both stood there, neither one of us making a move for the door. Instead he came towards me, slowly. I made no attempt to move really… just… watched.
I could feel his warm breath on my face… his face two inches away from mine. He moved a few strands of hair from my face, then while cradling my head in his right hand, he said…. well sang….
"MY GIFT IS MY SONG!" I leaped back. Surprised. I remember wondering how they can be two inches away from each other and still be singing.
"Oh wow! I guess it is." I said blinking.
"I'm sorry." He said apologetically while helping me off the ground.
"Its okay I just didn't expect…" I was cut off. One minute I'm looking down at my dress, the next thing I know, he's kissing me.
I leaned into the kiss happily, but after a minute I pulled away.
"I really have to go." I said nodding, half stumbling backward.
"Yeah, Yeah, of course." He said looking at me and rubbing the back of his neck with him hand.
"See you later then…" *thump The noise rang out as I collided with the desk.
"Hee hee…" I felt my face grow red.
"Bye!" I shot out the door.
As I was walking across the street I again had the same feeling of someone watching me. I glanced around. I saw a person walking in my direction. I turned around and started walking fast back to the Moulin Rouge. Someone grabbed my arm.
I turned around quickly to see the Duke holding on.
"Hello my dear," he said lifting an eyebrow.
Not again… doesn't this guy ever stop… its just like I want to pat him on the head and say… Go home! Go Home Boy! Good doggy…. I rolled my eyes.
"And how nice to see you also." I said with such enthusiasm…no… not really.
"Shall we." He was motioning his hand towards my destination.
Before I even had the slightest change to answer, I was already being drug towards the Moulin rouge.
Swinging both legs off the bed I soon found myself wondering around his pad. I moved past his typewriter and out to the ledge protruding from the side of the building. AS I was gazing over the edge a hand touched my back.
"AHHHHH!" I screamed and about fell off. He grabbed me before I did. I turned around so that I was facing him.
"Careful…" he said softly. He looked at me with such intense eyes I went a little weak at the knees.
We walked back into his room and began to talk,
"What time is it?" I said looking at him puzzled.
"About 10." He replied glancing at his watch.
"I should probably get going then… um… yeah" I looked at him.
"Yeah… you probably should." He said with a little hesitation.
We both stood there, neither one of us making a move for the door. Instead he came towards me, slowly. I made no attempt to move really… just… watched.
I could feel his warm breath on my face… his face two inches away from mine. He moved a few strands of hair from my face, then while cradling my head in his right hand, he said…. well sang….
"MY GIFT IS MY SONG!" I leaped back. Surprised. I remember wondering how they can be two inches away from each other and still be singing.
"Oh wow! I guess it is." I said blinking.
"I'm sorry." He said apologetically while helping me off the ground.
"Its okay I just didn't expect…" I was cut off. One minute I'm looking down at my dress, the next thing I know, he's kissing me.
I leaned into the kiss happily, but after a minute I pulled away.
"I really have to go." I said nodding, half stumbling backward.
"Yeah, Yeah, of course." He said looking at me and rubbing the back of his neck with him hand.
"See you later then…" *thump The noise rang out as I collided with the desk.
"Hee hee…" I felt my face grow red.
"Bye!" I shot out the door.
As I was walking across the street I again had the same feeling of someone watching me. I glanced around. I saw a person walking in my direction. I turned around and started walking fast back to the Moulin Rouge. Someone grabbed my arm.
I turned around quickly to see the Duke holding on.
"Hello my dear," he said lifting an eyebrow.
Not again… doesn't this guy ever stop… its just like I want to pat him on the head and say… Go home! Go Home Boy! Good doggy…. I rolled my eyes.
"And how nice to see you also." I said with such enthusiasm…no… not really.
"Shall we." He was motioning his hand towards my destination.
Before I even had the slightest change to answer, I was already being drug towards the Moulin rouge.
