XXX - The kiss

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[RECAP: Juliet ended up holding hands with her teacher Carl Spencer during their Paris trip, but nothing has been spoken...]


The Mona Lisa was a big disappointment. It was dimmer and smaller than Juliet had imagined, set back behind a barrier and thick glass. A large crowd of people with camera phones made it impossible to get a close look.

"That's another one off the bucket list," Margot said. It was also the time to implement their plan of escape. Instead of being dragged to another museum they wanted to go shopping and have some time to themselves.

They had tossed a coin - a euro - and Margot was the one who had to feign illness. The idea was that Juliet would have to escort her back to the hotel and stay with her, and then they could get up to whatever they liked.

Margot made a good effort. She sank down in a kind of swoon on a nearby bench, trying to look nauseous. Then it was up to Juliet to alert Miss Mead.

The choir teacher was easily taken in by Margot's performance. "We may be able to call a doctor at the hotel," she said.

Juliet managed to convince Miss Mead that it wasn't that bad and that Margot simply needed to rest. Margot did a bit of swaying and clapped her hand in front of her mouth with a groan.

"I can accompany her back to the hotel and look after her," Juliet offered.

Miss Mead was thoughtful. "It would be difficult for me to come, with all the other girls here and our trip to the Pompidou. But I'm concerned about you crossing Paris alone, particularly with Margot so unwell. Mr Spencer, if you could perhaps accompany the girls. Then if Margot is put to bed and her condition seems no worse, you can both rejoin us later."

What? Margot shot Juliet a fierce glance and Juliet looked desperately back at her. They read one another's minds: how on earth could they escape if a teacher was with them the whole time?

"Sorry for you to have to leave the museum early," Juliet said to him as they exited the Louvre to find a taxi. Margot was still putting on her feeling-faint act.

No one spoke as they rode back to the hotel. Juliet was feeling stressed and guilty and she was sure Margot was furious that their plans had been foiled.

"I'll wait down here while you see to Margot," Mr Spencer told her.

Juliet took Margot up in the lift and they shot into their bedroom. Margot threw herself onto her bed groaning in genuine despair.

"What are we going to do? Maybe I can persuade him you're worse and I need to stay with you," Juliet suggested.

"He'll only want to call a doctor if you say that. Better to pretend I seem a little better and I'm sleeping. It's not so bad, I can go exploring by myself and you can enjoy a date with holy boy."

Juliet thought of Mr Spencer holding her hand and wondered whether he would do so again when they were properly alone. The taxi driver was hardly likely to notice or care.

"Are you sure you'll be okay here alone? I'm sure I could persuade him to let me stay," she said.

"If you do, I bet you any money that he stays around as well just in case I get more fake-ill," Margot said. "There's no way we can both get away now. We'll figure something else out later."

"You'd better look properly ill by the time we get back later this afternoon. And hide any shopping bags because when Miss Mead comes to check on you it will really give the game away," Juliet warned.

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Rejoining Mr Spencer in the lobby and reassuring him that Margot was okay, Juliet found herself lost for words. The two of them were finally alone and she was tongue-tied.

Mr Spencer also seemed awkward around her. "I guess we'd better get back to the others. They'll still be in the museum so we can meet them outside."

They walked through the Jardin de Tuileries which stretched along the Seine in front of the Louvre. The boughs of trees were black and bare against the wintry sky. How beautiful it must be here in summer, with the fountains and flowers and people strolling in the sunshine, Juliet thought.

"It's amazing here. It's such a huge city but there's so much space and beauty," she said.

"It is. When I stayed in Paris I came here nearly every day," Mr Spencer told her.

He paused and turned. Juliet looked up at him.

His expression was unreadable, his eyes intense.

The wind had blown a lock of hair over the side of her face. Slowly he reached up and brushed it back, his fingers gently tracing over her features.

She was frozen. She wanted him so badly. At that moment there was no one else in the world, nothing else existed.

He didn't remove his hand but left it cradling her face. His other hand grasped her shoulder and then he was tilting her face up to him, his lips coming closer to her.

So close. It was like slow motion.

This time he didn't leave space between them. Didn't withdraw. She felt his lips come down upon hers, so firm and warm on hers, chilled by the winter air.

Finally.

This was what it was like to be kissed by Mr Spencer.

He drew her closer to him and gently but firmly made her own lips open so he could deepen the kiss. He enclosed her bottom lip with his and she felt the light, teasing flick of his tongue.

Her stomach lurched with desire as his tongue probed her. Wet and sensuous, it entwined with hers.

After all this time it felt like quenching a thirst. She was lost in him, dissolving in him.

Juliet reached her own arms around him, wanting the closeness of his body. His winter coat was open at the front so she could press against his chest.

Still he kissed her.

I'm kissing my teacher, she thought. We shouldn't be doing this. If anyone saw...

A part of her felt reckless and didn't even care if they were seen.

Mr Spencer was so tall and strong as he wrapped his arms around her. So good looking - he could have had any girl he wanted - but he was kissing her. Wanting her.

He broke off but still held her. "Juliet..." She could see the heat in his eyes and the conflict. He wanted her yet knew it was wrong.

She felt dizzy from his touch, from being so close to him after wanting him for so long.

Please kiss me again...

He read her mind and his mouth came down on hers once more. She loved the feel of him, the taste of him. She loved that he was kissing her despite everything compelling him not to. Despite fighting against it for so many weeks.

She closed her eyes and he was her whole world, nothing else was.


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Finally!  And it only took him thirty chapters.

So what's going to happen next...?

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