Thank you guys for the wonderful encouragement through your reviews...so I have written another one. Enjoy. =) From now on or so, it will be mostly a monologue rather than dialogue. It's something different I guess. When its **** text **** basically it means he's reminiscing or the story begins and ends...

I woke up feeling so good. It wasn't morning yet, and my eyes were a little too blurry to see the clock. Making love to Rory was fantastic, maybe love helped or an aphrodisiac, but it was the after the act that made me feel great - the cuddling. I hope she didn't regret it. Because I didn't. I'm in love with her, and the first time in my 18 years, I felt like I woke up from a happy dream. Rory's face was cradled in the crook of my neck, and my chin was on top of her head. My arms were around her while hers were on his chest, curled up in my embrace. I was in love, and it felt great. Rather than the love making, I liked the cuddling more. I kissed her hair and saw the clock that it was only 4 a.m. So closed my eyes and felt the steady beat of Rory's heart and her soft breathing on my neck. I felt safe. Sleep soon followed, but morning came too soon.

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When Tristan woke up, he felt empty, only to realize that Rory wasn't in his arms. But he heard a distant sounds of water and came to conclusion, she was taking a shower. He wished that first thing in the morning with the sun shinning through, he would open his eyes with Rory in his arms. He wanted to wake up with her and say, "Good morning." He got out of bed and put on his jeans and sat against the headboard of the bed with the blanket around his waist, and Tristan waited for Rory to get out of the bathroom. He must have dozed off for a minute, because the next thing he knew, he felt Rory's lips on his. A gentle breeze kiss that just brushes by. When her lips left his, Tristan leaned in to deepen it. He wanted that feeling of warmth that he was never given from his childhood. He loved the kisses that Rory bestowed on him, it made him feel special, but there was an element of innocence as well as sweetness in each of her kisses. Kisses that was especially Rory's. Rory climbed into bed again and sat in the crook of his arm. He realized that she changed into her clothes from last night. The arm that Rory was in, was wrapped around her waist. The other free hand of Tristan was gently grasping over Rory's right hand. His lips was lightly placed on her head. He whispered in her ear, "If there are moments in life that we will remember forever, I think this is it. Even when I'm old and wrinkled up, I'll remember this feeling; love, happiness, contentment and everything in between. Even if I get Alzheimer and lose my memory of other things, I think being with you, I'll remember. Rory, promise me, nothing will change between us?" He begged.

"Things always change. I might fall more in love with you. Would that a bad thing?" Rory teased lightly.

"No. If change makes you fall more in love with me...I can't describe it in words. I just pray that you would. Because I'm so in love with you. Here, right now. God Rory, you are wonderful. He took the hand that was wrapped in his and placed it against his lips. He kissed it with his eyes intensely looked into hers. He simply continued, "I love you." More than you'll ever know.

She was speechless. She looked into his eyes and saw the startling truth. It wasn't infatuation kind of love. But the kind you wanted forever. Even if it was for that moment. She saw love. The kind she had for her mother, but not in a filial love, but the genuine kind. It tore her heart, to see that Tristan, the King of Chilton gave her his heart in full trust. But at the same moment, it made her heart skip that she knew her love and trust were reciprocated.