Erik ever-so-cleverly changed the subject and began playing excerpts from Don Juan Triumphant. While playing Past the Point of No Return, he asked me if I could sing along. I complied.
A crazy idea entered my head as I began to sing Aminta's lines. I smiled, singing;
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
Disappears
into silence,
silence . . .I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenseless and silent -
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,I've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we're one . . .?When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume
us . . .?
"Past the point of no return," Erik sang, joining me.
The final threshold -the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . .
I was feeling slightly devious, so I sang, "Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime, say the word and I will follow you. Say you want me with you here, beside you."
Yes, I'm aware I changed the words a bit, but I wanted to sing the truth.
Erik stared at me with wide eyes. "Paige… that was… beautiful."
I smiled. Taking his hands in mine, I sang the last few words.
"Anywhere you go, let me go, too. Erik- that's all I ask of you."
Finally, Erik has the guts to kiss me. He pulled me close to him, tears falling down his cheeks. I kissed back as passionately as possible, not wanting to lose a moment with him.
Anyway, back to my deviousness. I began playing with his wig, ripping it off and combing my fingers through his blond hair. He noticed, alright, but he didn't do anything.
I smiled under his lips- he was losing control.
His hands felt around my back, to my pleasure, undoing the buttons of the dress, until, of course, he regained his so-called 'common sense'.
"Sorry," he panted, pulling away. Our breathing was heavy, coming in shallow gasps. "I- I was just so happy… when you said… you sang that…"
I smiled. "Erik, you have nothing to be sorry for."
Erik smiled back. "You did that on purpose."
"But you still love me," I said, grinning.
Erik chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Lunch, anyone?"
I laughed, wondering how in the world he could think of something so normal, after we'd been so close to- ah, to what he was afraid of doing. Yes, let's call it that.