The kiss lingered and he was fully aware of her increased heart rate; the way her breathing staggered; her fingers rubbing his back. And in response, he deepened the kiss, even more aware of the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it.

Moving apart to catch their breath, they stared at one another in disbelief. Had he really kissed her; his angel, the woman of his dreams?

When her lips met his once more, he knew that he was no longer dreaming. This was real; this sweet, blissful moment of passion was real.

"Daphne, I'm in love with you. I love you so much." He said as though he'd been saying the words for years." Before she could respond he kissed her again. But when he heard her sniffling, he slowly drew back, praying that he hadn't managed to ruin things between them.

He was going too fast, but he simply couldn't help himself. And when he looked into her eyes, his heart sank at the tears that filled them and spilled onto her cheeks. But it was her silence that tortured his soul.

"Daphne, say something please. Say anything. Say that you hate me, say that you're mad at me, but please... say something..."

"I don't hate you, Dr. Crane. I could never..."

The words were of little comfort but at least she had done what he asked. And now he knew...

"I'm... sorry I was so foreword, Daphne. I guess I was just caught up in the moment.

Clearly I've upset you and I'm making you miss the movie." He picked up the remote and aimed it at the television. "I'll just rewind it and-."

"No!" She yelled, gently pushing his hand away.

"Oh... All right."

They stared at one another for several seconds and he saw her swallow hard. "I-I'm sorry." She said in a voice that was barely a whisper. She looked down, reminding him that their fingers were still entwined. "I don't think I can concentrate on the movie right now."

"I'm sorry I ruined it for you." He said quietly.

She cradled his face in her hands, sniffling as new tears spilled onto her cheeks. "Dr Crane, you sweet, wonderful, and handsome man. You didn't ruin anything."
He swallowed hard; his nervousness rising to the surface once more.

"Well, I'm glad, because I would never-."

She kissed him then; a series of slow, sweet passionate kisses that were more wonderful than anything he had ever experienced. And suddenly he wondered whey he waited so long to tell her how he felt.

When the kisses subsided, she cradled her head against his chest and sighed contentedly. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and his hand gently rubbed the sleeve of her shirt. He could feel her breathing slow as she closed her eyes and moved closer to him.

The familiar strands of Jimmy Durante's "A Kiss to Build a Dream On" floated from the television and she raised her head; her eyes fluttering open. The sight made him smile and he kissed her cheek.

"Oh, I must have dozed off for a moment. Seems we missed the rest of the movie." She glanced at her watch and her face registered disappointment.

"Something wrong?"

"It's late." She said simply. I guess you'll probably need to head home soon. I'm sure you have patients to see in the morning. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your watching Sleepless in Seattle with me, Dr. Crane. You know how your brother and father hate me watching it."

In gratitude, her lips met his in a sweet, searing kiss.

"A-actually I don't have any patients till tomorrow afternoon." He admitted. It wasn't a lie; not really. He could find a way to reschedule if he had to. "I'd be happy to stay. We could... watch the movie again from the beginning."

"Oh, Dr. Crane you don't have to do that. I know it's not your type of movie."
"Actually it's very entertaining. Thank you for sharing this with me, Daphne. Had you not mentioned it I would have never known that such an intriguing film existed.

When she kissed his cheek, his cheeks flushed deeply. "Dr. Crane you don't need to thank me for anything. I know that you said you don't mind watching it with me, but it means a lot. More than you'll ever know."

She kissed him once more; a kiss much deeper and sweeter than the first, and then snuggled against his chest as he began the movie once more.

"I've seen this movie a hundred times and I never get tired of it." she sighed. The sweet words were his invitation to gather her into his arms and hold her as his lips brushed against her hair.

But her happiness was soon interrupted.