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he had thought about. Even when they were kissing, there was
something so different about the kisses - about kissing her -
that they seemed to have a different effect on him than kissing and being so
close to a woman would normally have on him.
    He knew … believed … that she was a virgin,
unaware yet even of what sex entailed. She had told him she had never kissed
anyone before he kissed her. And yet looking at her face he knew she must be in
her 20s. By that age many women had already succumbed to the temptation of
passion in his world. It was common. It had become too common, he
supposed. That was why sometimes it had never felt so special to him. He was
attractive and he had his share of women approaching him whenever he went out
to bars. Sometimes he would use them for sex. Sometimes he would end up dating
them. But even then he would still have sex with them. He could not remember
when he spent quiet time with a woman without them eventually having
sex.
    The trek to this place had taken its toll on his
body but even just having the one apple and small amount of bread that she had
brought to him, he knew was already resuscitating him.
    He had so much to think about, but now, finally,
he found himself starting to finally relax and become sleepy. No more thinking
tonight. More thinking could be done tomorrow, he thought to himself as he
quietly drifted off into dreams once again.
    ~~~~~
    The dream had begun but it was different. He was
back where he had met her this very morning, but instead of seeing rubble now,
what he could see was a large building with symbols vividly carved into the
stone frontage, either side of the doorway and over the top of it.
    He turned as he felt her approaching, and when he
turned around he was overwhelmed by the beauty before him. But now, instead of
just her porcelain skin and long flowing hair being what attracted him, he
could see a glow emanating from her. He stepped forward as they walked toward
each other and he stopped still, facing her and within arms length of her. She
came closer to him and kissed him, and even in his dream he could feel the
depth of passion that resulted deep within him as she touched her lips to his.
He didn't move, keeping his hands by his side. Eventually she pulled back from
the kiss, smiled at him and placed her hand on his heart. As she did, he felt
incredible heat and power coming through from her and into him. It was like
ecstasy to him, as if they were making love and she were taking him into an
extremely deep and long-built-up climax. He had never felt anything like it.
And in the depth of his dreaming, the thought made him smile…
    ~~~~~
    As Isabella prepared for her night of sleep, her
mind wandered to the stranger she had met during the day. It seemed as if nothing
that had happened could be real, and yet it felt as if it were very real.
Even the things the ancient had told her did not seem like they could be real.
Perhaps she was dreaming - perhaps even now, climbing into her bed, she was
actually already in bed, dreaming about everything that had happened since that
morning.
    She lay down and pulled the covers over her and
remembered his kisses. Her first kisses. She had never anticipated that kissing
would feel like that, but kissing him had touched her in places she had never
felt before. She shouldn't have kissed him - it was not right to do so. And
yet, at the same time it was right. She had never been more certain of
anything in her life.
    ~~~~~
    In her vision of the night she saw him again. This
time he was different. There was an aura around him, shimmering like a wave.
But it was alternating between a light blue and a deep orange, like he was
changing back and forth, over and over, from cold to warm. They stared at each
other until she could not bear to see him like that any more, and she moved
closer to him and placed her lips on his. The feeling from that kiss was
overpowering to her and in her head she could only see brilliant yellow.