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 "Where...are...we...going?" I panted, sweaty and out of breath.

Benedict had taken my hand and started running with me through the mysterious streets of London.

He slowed down as we approached a small forest brimming with tall bushy emerald trees that swayed in the wind.

"In here!" He replied to me, pulling gently on my hand and taking me down a dusty path down the middle of the forest.

It wasn't so dark in the forest because the sparkling light from the moon was bouncing amongst the tree trunks in every direction so I could see the crumbly path clearly before my feet.

"Wow," I breathed, staring up at the gorgeous scenery around me. "This place is beautiful."

Benedict pulled me down gradually onto the floor and we laid down next to each other on the soft green grass, gazing into each others eyes.

"Not as beautiful as you." He whispered.

He lifted one of his his silky soft hands and placed it on my smooth brown hair and began to stroke it slowly, taking small sections and twisting them around his finger.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes.

I suddenly felt Benedict get closer to me.

My eyes shot open.

"Benedict what are you-"

"Shh..." he said, pressing one of his long fingers on my lips. "Close your eyes..."

I did as he said and slowly closed them, watching him stare at me with a small smile in the corner of his mouth.

I lay there for several moments when suddenly I felt something soft press down on my lips.

I opened my eyes to see Benedict before me, with his eyes shut.

He opened them and saw my face and quickly separated.

"Sorry, I...err...I just-"

"I never told you to stop." I said, smirking at him.

I watched his eyes turn from the deep sapphire blue that they were originally to a majestic shade of amber.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his.

He placed his hand on my cheek and began stroking it with his thumb.

The kiss seemed to go on for what felt a lifetime.

But I didn't mind.

Because I was kissing, well if you can call it kissing, a man who any girl in the world would be so lucky to have.

After a few moments he slowly pulled away and looked at the floor and gradually averted his eyes up to lock with mine.

He smiled shyly at me and then stood up and cleared his throat.

"Come on," he's said, "It's getting late, we should get you home."

He reached down and took my hand in his and we slowly began walking down the chalky path out of the forest, hand in hand.

When we got onto the streets he hailed a cab and we both got in.

When the cab driver stopped the car, Benedict got out and walked me to the door of my flat.

"Well I guess this is goodbye." I said to him, looking up into his eyes which had now turned an interesting jade colour.

"Will I ever be able to see you again?" he asked quietly.

"Well," I began digging in my bag to find a pen and paper.

"Here." He said, "I have a pen," he whipped a fine black biro out of his shirt breast pocket, "Write it on my hand."

I took his velvety soft hand in mine and cautiously wrote my number down, trying not to create any bumps in his smooth, milky skin.

"I'll call you then." He said looking up at me and gazing into my eyes.

He stepped closer to me so we were only a few inches away and swept away my fringe and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.

"See you, J-Jamie Wilton."

He turned away and walked slowly to the cab, hands in his pockets, while I watched his taxi fade away into the night.