Chapter 8

FIRST KISS "Is it true love or not at all?"

My subconscious is asking questions again "What is he doing? Why is he staring at me without saying anything?" Christian stops, and my subconscious stops asking questions. Christian takes one step toward me again, but this time he pins me against the wall so I can hear his breathing very clearly, I realise that his breathing is fast and hard same with his heart beat. Christian finally says "Grace I know what you're wondering…" Oh trust me Christian you don't know what I'm thinking. He continues "Number one, why do I have bras and nightdresses in my closet? Number two, why am I so close to you? Lastly, what are you doing?" Okay so yes he was right I was thinking those things, but still! Christian continues his talking "Grace the reason why I have nightdresses, bras and girl clothing in my closet is because I asked my sister if I could borrow some of her clothes, because she's the exact same size that you're in with clothing, and there just in there just in case you need to sleep over for the night." I go over what he just said in my head especially the last sentence about me maybe having to sleep over for the night. My subconscious asks "Where the hell am I going to sleep? Am I going to have to sleep in his bed with him? I can't sleep with a boy, what is mum going to say?" Christian says something I didn't expect "Grace, you look beautiful right now all wet." I've realised I'm all soaking wet from the storm, and that I'm biting my lip. I'm embarrassed because I'm the only one who has seen myself wet through not even my parents. Christian stops my train of thought with another question "Grace, what are you thinking about?"

But before I can answer he leans down and his lips touch mine, I gasp and he continues to invade my mouth with his tongue trying to gain access, and I don't know what to do but all I know is to make an opening for his tongue, so I do as my fingers make their way to his hair pulling it hard enough that he moans into my mouth. I've realised what he tastes like, a mixture of mint and a heavenly taste… the taste of him Christian, he must have had a mint before this. He moans and I don't know how long it's been but he doesn't stop with his sweet torture. After a long time of him kissing me, he stops and just stares deep into my eyes as he says "It's even better than I imagined it would be. You have to know that I've waited forever to do that to you. When I first met you in class I automatically fell in love with you. I guess love at first sight is true and not just made up." I gulp and say "Christin I…" Christian smiles and interrupts me with "You don't have to say anything Grace, but can you answer a question…" I nod in response and he continues "Can you be my girlfriend?" And before I know it I faint and Christian catches me in his arms and says "Jesus Christ Grace!" And that's the last thing I hear him say before I get plunged into darkness and I fall into a dreamful sleep.

I wake up disoriented and I realise that I'm at Christian's place and I stare out from Christian's window, Crap, its dark out. My subconscious wonders "What time is it?" I check his alarm clock and realise that its 18:00 (6:00 pm) and that I'm starving. I also realise I'm not in my jeans and shirt I'm in sweatpants and a shirt that looks like Christian's. But danm they smell good just like him. I look beside me and I'm expecting Christian to be there but he isn't. I go through the events that happened before I fainted "Okay let me get this straight, so Christian kissed me, then asked me to be his girlfriend, I then fainted, he cached me in his arms and now I've woken up in his room, in his bed, with his sweatpants on and clothing." My subconscious says in a sarcastic voice "No dah as you can see." I ignore my subconscious like I normally do.

I then hear a clatter of pans and pasta in the kitchen, I drag myself out of bed and run to go see what the commotion is. All I can see is Christian in the kitchen making a mess. I look at him and say "Hey Christian you're doing it wrong let me help with that, I know how to cook and you clearly can't." Christian looks up at me with a surprised look on his face and says "Oh hey Grace didn't expect you to be up, how long have you been awake?" I smile and say "I just woke up actually, now what are you making? Because I may be able to help cook or setup." He nods and says "I'm making spaghetti, and you can cook while I set the bench up. Okay?" I nod and get to work with the cooking. I hear a noise in the background, I realise he's playing the song *My Burning Sun* by the artists Sons of Jim on his iPod. And I'm like "Yes, my favourite song." I then start singing all the lyrics with perfect pitch and sound. I've realised that Christians stopped what he was doing and is looking at me with an amazed face. "Shit, nobody's ever heard me sing before, and I've always thought my singing was crap." I stop and now we're just staring at each other while I'm dishing up. He then finally says "Grace, was that you singing? It was beautiful almost angel like." I nod in total agreement, but quite frankly I don't give a shit I'm starving. I start eating and Christian takes the hint that I don't want to talk anymore and he starts to eat as well. Thank God!

After dinner I'm at the sink washing the dishes and Christian is somewhere else. I realise that there's music coming from his room, but not music from an iPod or technology it's Christian actually playing his piano. It's a beautiful piece of music I think it's *A Thousand Years* by the artist Christina Perri. I tiptoe into his room and he looks perfect, the moon coming through window and shining upon his golden brown hair, his perfect features become visible in the moonlight, and his dark brown gaze concentrating on his hand movements on the piano keys and I realise he's not in his vampire self. He looks up at me with his intense gaze and smiles as I say "Christian that was beautiful. What time is it?" Christian says "Thanks Grace I appreciate the compliment. And it's 22:00 (10:00 pm.) Why?" "Just wondering" I manage to say through my sleepiness. But the reason why I asked was because I'm really tired. I can't help but I yawn and Christian smiles and says "I think it's time for you to get to bed Miss Rose." I've realised he's not at the piano anymore and is standing right in front of me. I yawn again and say in a whiny tone like a 4 year old "But I'm not tired Christian." He laughs and responds with "Oh I think you are Miss Rose come I'll take you to bed." Christian picks me up into his arms and takes me to the bed. As he puts me into bed and tucks me up I realise that his bed is so soft and comfortable. Christian then gets into bed next to me and pulls me into his arms and as he hugs me tightly he starts singing a lullaby. I soon drift off to sleep from his beautiful and soft voice.