He looks at me anxiously and I motion for him to carry on. "Go on. Don't stop."
" Now, Heather was engaged to James-deeply in love. They were due to get married in a fortnight from the night the witch accused by Heather was burned at the stake. The old witch cursed Kevin, James, and Heather. She made Kevin fall in love with Heather, with an all-encompassing love, which will last many centuries. However, Heather was in love with James at the time, and James was deeply in love with Heather. Because both the brothers now loved Heather, the old witch made it so that Heather will have to choose between the two of them. However, should she choose Kevin, she will die and then her soul will be recycled, while the two brothers remain immortal, waiting for Heather to return. If she chooses her true love, James, the curse will be broken. Kevin, though, does not want her to choose James, because the love he has for her burns within his soul, so he always manages to make Heather choose him, hoping beyond reason that they would be able to break the curse."
He stops talking and I look at him astonished. "Wow, is that true? I bet you saw it in a movie, we should watch it.
He turns toward me, smiling sadly.
I insist, "Although that is a very interesting and sad story, it still does not explain what happened earlier today."
" It is getting dark and we should probably be going in. There is a chill in the air."
As he says the words, I feel suddenly cold. I move my legs away from me and I put them on the ground, my knees feel stiff from being pulled up so long.
I stand up tentatively, and Kieran holds onto my elbow. I turn to him and he is standing very close to me. I say insistent, "I am not going to let you get away with not telling me what happened today."
He laughs softly, deep in his throat. "I promise I'll tell you what I can."
I lean into him. "You only intrigue me even more." I do not know if it is the twilight glow from the setting sun surrounding us, or if it is the story of everlasting love he told me, but something makes me lean into him even more. I brush my lips against his. He feels warm and safe.
I stand there looking up into his eyes and they are solemn and serious. I wonder why he looks so sad. As his arms come up and his hands wrap around my upper arms, I lift my hands slowly and put my palms against his firm chest. His arms slide around my waist and he pulls me into him gradually. He brings his head closer to mine and then he touches my lips with his. Feather soft at first, but then his kiss becomes more insistent and firm.