The following evening, I only brought the mat, knowing that any food I brought would not be looked at, let alone eaten.
I sat on the mat while I waited for Rory. He appeared seconds after I'd gotten comfortable.
"Evening, Charley," he said warmly, sitting opposite me.
"Hey," I sighed.
"D'you want a massage? I've heard vampires' massages are to die for."
"Aren't I dead already, darling? I'm pretty sure your kiss was too much yesterday."
"Well, both were, but you can only die once."
"So if I kiss you today, it won't have the same effect on you?"
I frowned. "Um, I'm not sure, really."
Rory leant forwards. My eyes closed reflexively. His lips touched mine and I forgot everything else in the world apart from him. All my senses, save sight, were enhanced in that moment: I could hear him breathing, the kiss and my response to him in my heartbeat (though that was something I felt more than heard), was inhaling a scent like chocolate then vanilla then damp earth then chocolate again which was warm and warmed me up, could feel every millimetre of the skin on his fingers as he delicately caressed me - his touch soft and delightful - and a mysterious awareness of Rory so I fancied I could picture his exact position and feel when he moved closer when he wasn't touching me underlay all these things.
We broke away, Rory with liquid caramel for irises and silver in his hair, and I whispered, "Can you hear my heart singing?"
"That's not your heart," Rory said, very quietly. "That's your soul."
"So it is," I said, suddenly hopelessly lovestruck. What Rory had said was so sweet and perfect and true that it felt like something in my stomach was twisting as if all the emotions were being wrung out so I could fall properly under Rory's spell and convey every last bit of love in my heart to him. There was a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye and it was painful that I longed for him so much.
‘How can one long for something one has?' I wondered as caramels calmly held my gaze.
"Because you'll always want more," Rory replied aloud. "You'd be mildly satisfied if you had ownership of me but you'll always strive to make this relationship phenomenal. We complete each other in ways inconceivable and undefined but it's never enough..."
"Stop!" I cried.
Rory looked startled. "Are you okay?"
"No. Your words and the feelings they're evoking from me are overwhelmingly powerful."
"Am I hurting you, Charley?" he asked in concern.
I nodded. "I've surrendered my heart - don't make me give up my sanity."
"Your sanity?" Rory asked, sounding shocked.
Again, I nodded.
Rory hugged me. "Oh, darling, I had no idea. I'm so sorry!"
"You're apologising for knowing exactly how to render me impossibly in love with you?"
"I'm apologising for secretly wishing to make you feel this all the time."
"Can't see myself objecting apart from while I'm losing my mind," I said weakly.
"Oh, Charley," Rory sighed. "If only you knew what your reaction meant to me."
I smiled faintly. "I can see the love in your eyes - I'm making you feel special."
Rory hugged me again. "So much more than that."