Yes, I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn't do that.
Suddenly, he took me and began to dance with me. He dipped me, causing my hair to brush the floor. He held me in that position and I knew what he wanted to do. A kiss was not a bad thought, but it was too late. He flung me up, which caused me to spin very rapidly. I noticed he wasn't holding onto me anymore, I was freely spinning now. I ran into the wall, where I fell to the floor.
"Are you alright?"
"Never felt better." I shot up and did some dancing myself. I couldn't dip him, but what I did was good enough. Even though I was dancing with him, he took me again and spun me inside and out.
He spun me in one more time, but held me. "Now kiss me." What!
"Wait, I…" I was too late, that's what I was.
Wow, as far as I could tell, he was a good kisser… but I had never been kissed really. But, I had to draw the line somewhere. He put one arm around me, and I had to stop. It was obvious that his chocolate high was at its peak. He didn't want to stop, and he went for it again. I had to run away. He came after me, and this time I smacked him as hard as I could.
"There, kiss that."
He took a step back, and looked at me with sorrowful eyes. "I'm so sorry." There was a bright red handprint on his left cheek, right where I wanted it to go. He took out a remote looking device and pressed a button. The door opened, and I took this advantage and ran out.
I returned to my room and lied down on my bed. I was tired, and I wanted to sleep. I was very upset, and I needed to get some sleep. Maybe I would feel better in the morning.
The clock read 1:00 PM. How did the night and morning go so fast? I got up and got dressed.
I walked into the kitchen and saw Chocol with a worried look on his face. "What is it? Crème not working again?"
"No, I'm worried about Mr. Wonka. He hasn't been out of his room all day. What do you suppose is wrong with him? Did he look sick last night?"
"Oh no! I have to go." I ran to his room. I opened the door and looked inside. "Mr. Wonka?" he just sat there, not moving. "Look, about last night…"
"I'm so sorry, you don't even know. I feel really bad. As your fiancé, I should respect you. Last night was not a good example of that. I really am sorry."
"I know, your chocolate is very potent when it comes to that. I understand that you had a little bit too much."
"No, I didn't. I just made it look like it, I didn't have any." I took a step back.
"Whoa, don't get too close there."
"Look, I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have done it. I just wanted to show you how much I care about you. I don't know how else to do it. I hardly even know what I was doing then."
"Oh, that's so sweet! You know something? I'm not really mad at you; I just don't want you to do that again. Ok?"
"Yes, anything. I just don't want you to hate me." He looked so sad!
"I don't hate you… oh, its ok Mr. Wonka, don't be sad. Come here…" I held him like he had held me in the past, in that gentle, comforting way that had to cheer you up. I could sense that it was helping.
"Bridget?"
"Yeah?"
"I… I love you." That's the best thing I have ever heard.
