I've fallen for him. I've allowed him to burrow deep under my skin and into my heart. Kissing him won't change any of that, won't make it any less painful when the clock strikes midnight and I turn back into a commoner.

Maybe he's like Virgil guiding Dante through Hell and Purgatory, showing you who you are so you can start living.

I can see the internal struggle through those vibrant blue orbs, ones I've seen look at me in a way I never thought another man would. So much admiration. So much devotion. So much... love?

When he pulls away, a hint of moisture dots his own eyes. 'We'll always have Tiffany's.' I pull my lips between my teeth as I struggle to swallow through the pain in my throat. 'We'll always have Tiffany's.