Chapter 15 – K.P.O.V..

'That dream again. Why do I continue to dream of him?' I got out of bed a wrapped a robe around myself. I walked out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

"It's a little late to be up, don't you think Sha?" I turned my head towards Seto, quite startled. "Scared you did I? That's a first. But, there are always firsts in relationships aren't there?"

"Yes. It would seem so. I couldn't sleep. Your reason would be…" he stood up and poured himself another cup of coffee. When he sat down, I sat across from him.

"Work. It's that simple. You have another nightmare?"

"No! I don't have nightmares."

"I beg to differ."

"You're just impossible."

"I make it my business to be impossible. So, another dream, then? And would it happen to have him in it." He'd hit the mark with unknown accuracy.

"Yeah, it was him again. There are many things about the Items I have yet to uncover. And the dreams just happen. You figure out a pattern, oh master of all things to do with math and mechanics?"

"Unfortunately no. There is no pattern; they are completely random. You were right, I'll admit that."

"Yeah. I know." I got up and poured myself a cup of milk. I stuck it in the microwave for thirty seconds. "It may seem disgusting, but warm milk is the only thing that helps me get to sleep after I wake up."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what? Make warm milk?"

"No, how do I find myself falling in love with you every time you speak, every time you move, with everything you do? How do you captivate me so completely Kashadra? So much so that I find myself believing things I never would have before I met you?

"I fall a little more for you every day; and when I think I can't love you anymore, I find there's something about you that makes me fall in love with you all over again." I didn't hear him stand up, but I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind. "Tell me, Kashadra. I can't sleep when I think about you. I can't even breathe. How do you do it? How have you done all this to me, without trying?" he buried his face in my hair. I just leaned back against him. My hands clasped his and our fingers interlaced.

"I don't know how, Seto. But, I know the exact same thing happens to me. How is not a question to be answered, but one to be left alone. What we have is special. It's a love found once in every million people, every million couples.

"We don't want to ruin it. We should take a lifetime to find out everything about each other." I let go of his hands, and turned around in his embrace. My arms went around his neck. I was leaning against his chest, and he was looking down at me with such a look I found myself falling into his eyes. "We really don't need to find out everything now do we?"

"No, we don't. But it is hard not knowing and at the same time, not wanting to know until you should. Sha, I have never felt anything like this about anyone other than you. I don't think I could survive if you ever left me . . ." I pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shh." I pulled my hand back and brought my face up to his. "Don't speak anymore. I know how you feel." As I spoke, I could feel a tremor rushing through his body. I nuzzled his cheek. "Please, Seto." I brought my face to where it was facing his directly.

"I won't…" he spoke softly. I felt his breath on my lips, and pressed them to his to quiet him. He seemed thankful.

He tasted sweet, almost tart though. Like coffee.

"SSEETTOO!"

We both pulled back in mid-kiss, I lowered my gaze in a slight embarrassment. My voice quivered as I spoke, the strength of the kiss still rested in my limbs, so I was still leaning against him; supported by him, "You should go see what your brother wants."

"Yeah, but I would prefer to…"

"SSEETTOO!"

"Go. I can wait until tomorrow." Seto nodded and left. I fell back onto the chair. Collapsing under my own weight. "Yes, I can wait forever"