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Jett would look into her beautiful lime green eyes and say softly... "Embrasse-moi idiot du" as he leaned in and kissed her... it was unlike anything he'd ever felt in his life... he felt love, a kiss, his heart, and the universe all at the same time. It was like the world would stop just to let him enjoy this moment. He would kiss her lips as though they were the softest of rose petals hold the side of her neck as if it were the lightest of feathers, and breathe her in as if she were the last bit of air he would ever experience... he was in love...

Cynthia's lips parted to whisper those words, but she didn't get far before their lips met. She kissed him softly, her eyes sliding shut as she enjoyed the kiss. It seemed like it lasted for eternity, but in truth it was only a few blissful moments. Then their lips parted and she let out a soft, content sigh. Eyes opened, looking at him for a moment, before she smiled.

Jett was unfounded, he didn't feel like anything was over, more that it had just begun. "Je vous ai aimé depuis le moment où je vous ai rencontré et je ne peux pas croire ce qui se passe pour moi, s'il vous plaît laissez-moi d'être là pour vous, pour votre vie, pour votre santé, laissez-moi être le seul à vous aimer toujours. Je veux être le vôtre, et que vous soyez le mien. Je n'ai jamais senti de cette façon jamais, je ne savais même pas que je pouvais, vous êtes tout ce que je pense de tout ce que je souhaite pour, vous êtes la meilleure chose qui aurait pu ne m'est jamais arrivé ... merci Cyn ... tu es mon seul véritable amour."

Cyn blinked. She closed her eyes again and put a hand to her head. "Jett..I know I've been asking you to teach me French, but I'm not that good yet, and I'm drunk. English, please?" She had no clue at all what he just said.

Jett would laugh at what she had said, "I'm sorry, i just exploded... what I said was... I've loved you since the moment I met you and I can't believe this is happening to me, please let me be there for you, for your life, for your health, let me be the one to love you always. I want to be yours, and you to be mine. I have never felt this way ever, I didn't even know that I could, you are all that I think of, all I wish for, you're the best thing that could have ever happened to me... thank you Cyn... you are my one true love."

Cynthia listened to him, and her cheeks flushed red. She didn't open her eyes, of course not. How could she even look at him after he said something so sweet?? "Um...your welcome?" A drunk brain was not a brain that could think of something good to say to that. It was quite the confession.

Jett felt a little deflated, as if he'd let too much out... "Sorry." He would see that she was drunk. "I think that maybe we should call it a night." He would get up and put his hand out for her with a smile, even though inside he felt different, "Just hold on and I'll get you to your room."

Cyn opened an eye to look at him. "For what?" She didn't understand why he was apologizing. When he mentioned calling it a night, she gave a slight nod. "Yeah...probably." She took his hand and stood up, wrapping her arms around him. "Okay."

He felt her embrace and put his hand on the back of her head and held her close and flashed them into her room. "We're here..." he didn't want to let her go though... in these few moments he would feel her heart beating and sync his own up with it, so that they would beat in harmony... He would think of all the wonderful things he felt for her, he was afraid she wouldn't remember the night and that she would never say those words to him again, as if it was all a dream... a wonderful dream, but sad in the sense that he might have to wake up... he would hold her close for a few extra moments...

Cyn stayed close against him, not caring that she was held. "Stay here, your room sucks." She yawned a little bit. "I need some water." She gently pulled away from him and went to get a glass of water, leaning against the counter. The alcohol rush was leaving, and making her rather tired. "Just stay, okay?"

Jett wanted to stay more than could be understood, "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable..." he was sincere, if she was so sure that he should stay, he would, but it would be against his better judgement to do anything than sleep. "My room isn't as bad as you might think it has a bed, that's more than I've had on some nights in my life." Jett was looking at her and would get a glass of water for himself... alcohol is like that to most people.

Cyn nodded. "I'm sure. It's a crappy room, stay here." She yawned a bit and leaned against him when he came beside her. "Tonight was great, Jett." She smiled. "It was a lot of fun." She chuckled. "Tomorrow we need to get you a pack of sour patch kids..." Her eyes drifted closed and she leaned against him a bit heavier. She was falling asleep right against him.

Jett would pick up Cyn, he would quietly walk over to the bed and lay her in it. He would cover her up, kiss her on the forehead, and then begin to make his way to the other side of the bed... he would sit on the edge of the bed and remove his clothing down to the his tank top and pants. He didn't want to remove too much because he didn't want to offend her.

Cyn would yawn, but then just lay there and sleep. She'd be asleep for a good portion of the morning, not waking up until nearly one in the afternoon. Drunkenness and jetlag wasn't a good combination. She would eventually stir though, yawning and stretching. Her head was pounding. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, giving another yawn.

She realized she was in last night's clothes, so she got up and went to get changed, taking the dress off and pulling on a pair of jeans and a shirt.

Jett would wake as she stirred, he would look over at her and watch her get up and walk around to the other side of the room. He would sit up and think back to last night... what had he said... why? Was he crazy? Did she feel that way too? Was it just the alcohol? What would happen next? Jett would get up and go into the bathroom and shower after she was done...

Cyn hardly realized he was there at first. She went out to the kitchen and got a glass of water, taking a pill for her headache. Bits and pieces of last night seeped through her memory. A lot of it was hazy, but slowly she was remembering things.

Jett would think while in the shower, was last night a fluke? He had to know... so he would get out and get dressed with a good pair of jeans and white shirt with a pocket... He would put on the his sneakers that he'd bought a few nights before. "What would you say you remember from last night?" He would look to Cyn to say that she had fallen madly in love with him and that kiss was amazing, but he can dream right?

Cynthia looked over at him. "Huh? Um...a bit. More and more as I wake up." She rubbed at her face and sighed. "Wow...I've got quite the hangover. Did I really get that drunk last night, or am I just a lightweight?" She sighed and smiled. "It was fun though. That was a good time, Jett." She sipped at her water, then put on some coffee. "You want some breakfast?"

Jett could feel that she wasn't going to remember... it was a dream... maybe it was better to view it that way. "You drank about half a fifth of whiskey, and 2 cocktails on top." Jett would feel his soul crush itself, "Sure do you want to go out, order in, or make something?" Jett would walk over to the bed and make it. "I'm up for either, but what did you have planned for today?" Jett thought maybe it would be best if he took a few minutes to himself at some point he needed to get away especially if she didn't remember...

Cynthia took in a deep breath and let it out, then smiled. "I'll make something. Eggs and bacon sound good to you?" She chuckled. "Sorry, I don't know anything fancy." She put a hand to her head and groaned a little. "Geez...now I remember why I don't drink more." She shrugged and started making breakfast. "But it was fun."