The Divine Bloodline |H.P.|

|38| Secrets Unveiled

"Oh no," she gasped, "how ever will you woo the ladies now with your ruined hair?" She teased.

He peeked out from the book. "With my poetry, of course."

"That's my book! And you didn't even write these!" She laughed.

"That doesn't make it any less romantic," he said. "I can be quite the Casanova."

"Then woo me, my oh so great Casanova," she flirted.

Truth be told, Cedric adored his girlfriend's teases. The way something inside her lit up. Allegra had told him long ago that her name meant joy, and since she's walked into his life, she's indeed brought nothing but joy.

He had to pull his eyes back down to the page, reading carefully.

"Time will say nothing but I told you so. Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you, I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show, if we should stumble when musicians play, time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although because I love you more than I can say. If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, there must be reasons why the leaves decay; Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away; will time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you know."

He set the book down. Allegra smiled softly. "Well, if you hadn't won me over before you definitely did now."

"I admit even I fell a bit in love with myself reading this," he joked, making her giggle. "What do you think it means? If I could tell you I would let you know. Time will say nothing but I told you so."

She shrugged, still combing through his hair as she looked down at him. "I think it means... being certain of nothing in a time of uncertainty, but if we knew what would happen we would tell the truth or do everything we could. That there must be reasons why things happen, even if we don't know what they are yet."

He moved his hand toward her face, pushing back a stray lock of hair. Instead of removing his hand after he'd done this, he cupped her cheek.

"That seems like a wonderful philosophy to live by," he said.

"Seems very care free, doesn't it?" She smiled as he now cupped her face with both hands, gently bringing her head down to him. Her dark hair cascaded a curtain around them.

Their noses grazed in a French kiss. "Will time say nothing but I told you so?" Said Cedric softly, "if I could tell you, I would let you know..."

Her lips brushed against his, delicately, just long enough that he could inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her skin, and the taste of cherry. Then his hands strayed from her face, one of them gripping the back of her neck as she angled her head. Heat rose to her cheeks as his tongue touched hers, quick and electric, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of them.

They pulled apart gracing flushed faces. Rosy cheeks and panting breaths filling the gap between them. Allegra sat up and Cedric aimlessly watched her in a daze, seeing what was happening but not truly comprehending it. It wasn't until he felt something flop on his stomach that he truly came back to his senses.
He leaned up on his elbows to look.