After breakfast Cato and I come back to my room. I stand in the middle of the room and look at Cato. He is slowly walking towards me, looking at me longingly. He looks at me in amazement.
"What?" I ask him with a slight snicker.
Cato grabs my face in one of his hands and strokes my cheek with his thumb. He looks into my eyes so deep I fear that he can see into my soul. He takes a deep breath before he answers me.
"Its just that," he begins, "I don't want this fantasy to end." I don't know what he means, but I don't have time to ask before his lips press lightly onto mine.
Cato is so gentle as he picks me up like in the movies. Like when a prince saves the maiden. He picks me up like a princess. His lips never leaving mine for even a moment.
He places me onto the bed lightly and I pull him down onto me. He is so gentle and soft. He takes my left hand in his and my right is rested on the small of his back.
He pulls back and looks at me for a second. He brushes away the stray hair that has wandered onto my face. He looks at me in wonder and amazement.
I giggle as he leans down once more and gives me one long gentle kiss. He rubs my cheek with his thumb.
"I never want this to end," he starts, "but you need to wake up now."