He held her with such care and so close to his chest.  His heart beat rapidly holding her there in the night.   He snaps as if in a trance from her gaze, he gives a hesitant laugh, “It is a bit romantic here.” Michael doesn’t understand what he is feeling.  With his confusion he puts a lock on his emotions.  He flashes her a brilliant smile, “It is okay, I understand.”  He says as reassuring as he can.  He can only pray that it is.  Going back to the one thing he is sure of, he gives her a playful squeeze, “With you living here we can work on diagnosing this .”<br/><br/>With a more reassuring smile, he walks back into the house and slowly heads up the stairs holding her tight.  He heads to the master bedroom where there is a private balcony overlooking the pool behind the house.  He mentions to her that they were passing through his room.  It was sparcely decorated, only with the necessities to call it a bedroom.  There were no pictures, the walls were plain white and the bed was flat and plain.    Walking through the double doors he takes her to one of the most beautiful views in the entire house.  He holds her so she can see down over the lighted yard.  “How do you like it?   During the day there is such a perfect breezes that passes through there.  I think you would like sitting out here.”   He wants to say so much more but he bites back the words he wants to say.<br/>