Turning to face me, Emma asked, "So it's really true that you have never been kissed?" "Mhm, one hundred percent true," I replied, in a small voice, w...thout turning towards her. Emma paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "So have you ever wanted to kiss someone?" "Of course I have wanted to. But I was just scared. I just don't wanna make a fool out of myself," I said turning to face her. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. We were lost, staring into each others eyes. Then Emma broke the. ” Eventually Amelia cried, some of the poisonous sorrow oozing out of her.Still, recovery wasn’t fast. I noticed it in her music. Amelia began to play mournful songs on the piano. She sang less and the songs were of loss and sorrow, sung with such sadness and agony I had a lump in my throat. Her remarkable voice expressed such haunting it made me go cold. And even the beauty, the perfect clarity of her voice, couldn’t overcome my fear for her. I was afraid she’d slipped into depression and I’d. "Indeed," said Lucas with a small nod. "And considered rationally, critically, those words have no great power. But imagine these words on the lips of a man, a man who feels such love for his mistress, such desire, that every moment apart pains him. The foe ofttimes, having the foe in sight, Is tired with standing, though he never fight."Mia frowned. "There's something different." That's what I was talking about. You've read the poem many times - now you're feeling it." Lucas leaned a little. " "I want to be here for a long time, Ryan." "Just let us explore tonight and get to know each others bodies, and all our special places," suggested Ryan. "That suits me, I'm not sure that I am up for anything too strenuous anyway with this bump on my head, and I still have a bit of a headache." They lay talking and feeling each other for hours. No subject was unexplored and they felt that they had known each other all their lives. When they finally fell asleep it was with Shelley snuggled up.