I smiled at her simple answer as she closed her eyes again. She was so cute at that moment laying there next to me that I could not help leaning a little closer to her, "But it does seem differnt doesen't it..." I didn't really word it as a question but more of an observation. I tucked some of her hair behind her ear, which I then traced lightly, "Isn't that strange." I mummered as I thought about how it felt a nit differnt being in an unfamiliar place with an equally unfamiliar person.<br/><br/>I did not know too much about Brooke yet but I wanted to. I had wanted to know more about her the moment I saw her in the cemetary but not about all of the bad stuff in her life. I wanted to know her favorite color no matter how generic it sounded. I wanted to see her smile and be happy all the time and be there to ccatch all her tears when they fell so that she did not feel alone. I felt a connection to her that I have not felt with many others and as I thought about it; and still lightly brushed my fingers over her soft skin at her neck; I was curious to see if her lips were just as soft.<br/><br/>I watched her face as she thought about something and was not sure if I should move in any closer. She had been through so much with her father and I didn't want to upset her and make her think that I might be using her. Which I wasn't at all but I wondered if she knew that but I found myself asking quietly, "Brooke what would you do if I kissed you right now?" My hand stilled on the side of her face as I held my breath and waited for her answer.