Sorry guys it's been ages since my last chapter. But summer hols… what can I say?

~Kellan~

I don't know what I'm doing, or why, but all I know is I'm doing it. Here's the crucial point, I can either pull back and save my dignity, or I can let it happen. I look at her beautiful face staring at me with an unidentifiable expression. Her beautiful face, her beautiful nought face. Oh god what am I doing? I'll let her decide, she can choose. I don't know what to do. I surrender to her. I'm completely at her mercy.

~Emilia~

What is he doing? What about the rules? Is he joking? Is he going to pull away at last minute and say 'Ha Ha I got you!'? But what if he's serious? He doesn't look like he's laughing … yet anyway. Wait till he sees my kissing skills, or lack thereof. Oh my god I'm such a loser! Look up the word 'loser' in the dictionary and there'll be a picture of me waving. He has a reputation, not as big as his brother's but a reputation all the same. He's a lady's man, womanizer, lady-killer. Why would he be interested in me? The girls he goes out with all vaguely resemble teenage supermodels, all Crosses of course. Ah, I'm burbling in my own head. Stop it and calm down.

I have to make a decision, he isn't going to wait forever. But I'm so scared. Shit, man. I need to take a deep breath and just go with my heart. See I never get that saying, a heart is an organ, it can't give decisions. Anyway, I'm stalling. Look into my heart, again impossible. Why has he stopped, is he waiting for me? Coward. Jeez, men, such bloody chickens!

I focus back onto his face, he must feel stupid right now, or maybe he thinks that I'm retarded. I look at his dark hair, I look at his beautiful lips, no don't stare he'll think you're a pervert, and then I look into his amazing eyes which I could spend all day listing the ways in which they are perfect and the different colours that are in them, when suddenly I can clearly see the answer that I need.

~Kellan~

Ok. Bored of waiting. Is she going to make up her mind or not? Jeez, women, so bloody indecisive! Waiting, waiting, oh, still waiting. Each millisecond feels like an hour stretched out. Screw it! I'm doing it. Don't trust a woman to do a man's job.

~Emilia~

I love you, I whisper quietly in my head -so quiet at first I barely even heard my own thought, that's new- as I lean in towards either a dream or total destruction.

I lean my head towards him across the table, and at the same time he moves towards me. He's so close. I can feel his breath on my skin, sliding over my face like warm silk. And then we kiss. His lips meet mine in a moment so perfect, I can almost hear fireworks in the distance. My eyes close and I concentrate on not smiling or laughing, because he doesn't know it, but all of my dream are coming true. I feel so happy, happier than I've ever been before. His hand is in my hair twisting and tangling but I don't mind, it feels good, natural. I drift off in a cocoon of passion as I slip further and further away from reality.