Amelia: "You're quite the observer."
Xander: "Only when someone captivates me."
She leaned in slightly.
Amelia: "And what happens when you're captivated?"
Xander: "I find it hard to stay away."
Their faces were mere inches apart.
Amelia: "Then maybe you shouldn't."
He hesitated for a brief moment before closing the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tentative kiss. She responded, the kiss deepening as their mutual attraction ignited.
When they finally pulled apart, both were slightly breathless.
Amelia: Whispering "Wow."
Xander: "I've wanted to do that since the night we met."
Amelia: "What took you so long?"
Xander: Smiling "I was trying to be a gentleman."
Amelia: "Maybe I don't mind if you're not always a gentleman."
He chuckled softly.
Xander: "Noted."
She lay back down, and he joined her, their hands finding each other in the space between them.
Amelia: "Tell me something real."
Xander: "Like what?"
Amelia: "Anything. Something you don't usually share."
He was quiet for a moment.
Xander: "I often feel like an outsider, even among those closest to me."
Amelia: "Why?"
Xander: "Because there's a part of me that I have to keep hidden."
Amelia: "You can be yourself with me."
He turned his head to look at her.
Xander: "I want to believe that."
Amelia: "What's stopping you?"
Xander: "Fear. Responsibility. The possibility that the truth could change everything."
She squeezed his hand gently.