𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒐𝒌𝒆//𝐽𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑟

𝑇𝑒𝑛

Tuesday, February 4th, 2020

Hawaii
In Giorgias bedroom, her and Lucas are rehearsing for their drama class assignment. Standing next to her desk where their scripts were sitting incase they forget a line.

Giorgias POV

Lucas- If I profane with my unworthiest hand

Lucas weakly grabs my hands as we were both clearly very uncomfortable.

Lucas- This holy shrine — the gentle sin is this —
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

He takes one of his hands and gently caresses the side of her face struggling to separate himself and his character. I struggled to remind myself that this isn't him to me, he's playing a character.

I got a little distracted by my thoughts and missed my que.

Lucas- Giorgia? You okay?

He asked and let his hand fall as he pulled himself out of character.

Giorgia- huh? Yea. Sorry... just got distracted.
I finally pulled myself back to reality.

Lucas- okay, take it from "my lips, two blushing pilgrims"?

Giorgia- yea, sure

Lucas- My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

He returns his hand to her jawline brushing his thumb along her cheek as he does.

Giorgia-
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

I remove his hand from the side of my face and instead hold his hand against mine, palm to palm.

Lucas- Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Giorgia- Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

Lucas-
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Giorgia- Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

My breath hitched as he moved closer and returned his hand to my jawline.

Lucas- Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

He begins to hesitantly lean in as my heart races, nearly pounding out of my chest. I can't kiss my ex, I can't kiss Lucas, how am I supposed to separate him from the performance.

Giorgia- and we kiss and then- your line.

I talked right before his lips connected with mine chickening out of the kiss.

Lucas- oh um okay...

He stumbles on his words trying to pull himself together.

Lucas- Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

Giorgia- Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Lucas-
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.

Giorgia- we kiss again.. and then my line.

I skipped the kiss again.

Giorgia- You kiss by the book.