I know the moment I at last rouse him from his stupor. His lips which had been completely unresponsive, froze. His whole body goes stiff and I pull away gently, looking down into his eyes which were fixed on me.
He seems confused and uncertain and I am unsure what to do or say. We are both silent for a moment as we stare at each other. He lightly strokes my cheek and gasps quietly.
"Christine…" He seems unable to say anything more and I am still crying but now it's tears of joy. I gently capture his lips in mine and hush him.
"Quiet." He is awake and that is all I need at the moment. I part from him and smile at him. He looks adorably confused and I just desire to kiss him once again, a desire I quickly follow through with. His lips are warm and, I daresay, sweet in their own right. He responds to me but I believe it is merely a natural reaction to being kissed.
