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**Miklotov**

(I was a bit scared…)

After the "date" we had, we went back just as we came, hand in hand. I was now positive that the feelings I held for him were those of love. Despite this knowledge, I didn't want to immediately become life mates, though it was probably destined for us. I had no experiences with relationships. What if, by some chance, we weren't meant to be? Then there would be regrets and hard feelings. I never wanted to lose his friendship, even if that meant losing days or months as partners.

(I didn't know if we were going the right way…)

I don't know if I disappointed Camus, but he never showed it to me. He led me into his room, where a shelf of other gay literature was arranged by author's last name. He urged me to pick one, and I randomly selected the sequel to the other one. He laughed when I realized this, saying that I must want to know how we were going to turn out. Then he told me about how he thought of me as Merdoc and himself as Leuden. It was pretty romantic, and it made me smile.

(Or at the right speed…)

Then he helped me to my room, tucking me onto the bed. He told me to enjoy the book, and gave me one passionate kiss. Before he left though, I took his hand and brought his fingers to my lips. He smiled in understanding and stroked my lips just like the first time.

(Or doing the right things…)

The book was entertaining, though I noticed how it contained less action and more romance. I also noticed the author's development of the relationship. A few romantic gestures and kisses became sessions of prolonged kissing, and eventually to making love. Thankfully the author had good taste and did not graphically detail those experiences, or else it may have distracted from the rest of the story. Plus, the thought of making love was quite unnerving to someone who just had his first kiss.

(You never complained…)

I remember that evening, Camus wished to plan a romantic night in some corner of the castle, but I had politely declined, wishing to read the ending to the book. I had just reached the part where Merdoc was challenging the enemy prince to win his sister back, and I was eager to read the conclusion. He seemed a bit disappointed, and I promised him that I would be free tomorrow, but he told me that he didn't want to force me to be with him all the time. Still, I made a note to keep my schedule open.

(I always seemed to hold you back…)

That next day, I was finally able to convince Huan that I didn't need to stay in bed any longer, though he forbade me from exercising anytime before 9 AM. With that, I was able to take my first jog in days. It felt good to stride out like the old times, around in the grassy fields around the castle. After a mile or so of wandering, I returned to the gates of the castle to find Camus waiting for me. I welcomed his embrace. He said for me to take it easy, and suggested that I join him for a bath. I agreed with some deep breaths, and realized that it would take me a few more days to feel in top condition.

(You weren't always the perfect angel, though…)

Thankfully we were the only two there, maybe because Camus arranged it that way, or else I would have been too shy to strip naked. That was exactly what I did in front of Camus, and he in front of me. When I saw him, I almost mistook him for being an angel. He was so perfectly sculpted. He told me I was beautiful, and I hoped that it was true. When we both dipped ourselves under the water, he took me into his arms and gave me a back massage. Then with a little chuckle, he brought his fingers lower, to where my butt was. I yelped in surprise from the contact and leapt away from him, flushed in embarrassment.

(You had to make life interesting…)

That commenced a short but fun splashing war. It didn't matter who won the war. Besides, I could just dunk him under water and say that he was wetter than me. Anyway, after we "washed", we headed to his room to change before heading to lunch. Before we left the room, though, he asked what I thought about being open or not about our relationship.

(But you always respected me…)

It was a question I had never really dwelled on, not that I had much time to. Our romantic relationship had only commenced the day before, and I had not thought that much about it. I guess I did not mind being open, which I told him, but I did not want to flaunt it in front of everybody. He understood, and said he would restrain from "ravaging me on the dining table". It made me laugh, and though I was not used to this playful side of Camus, it was quite an attractive trait.

(I could only fall faster…)

As we made our way to lunch, I thought about how much the last two days had really changed my life. To think that before a "date" was not a part of my vocabulary and "romantic love" was unknown to me. I thought to myself, I hope this was a change for the better.

(And hope that I landed somewhere inside your heart…)