He led her down the stairs as the other girls looked on, some jealous, some happy that he has finally found someone he likes.He sat her down at the end of the table, as he sat down at the other.
"Have you ever sat at a table before, Lailia?" He questioned.
"N-No.." She stuttered, looking down shamefully.Not like it was her fault.She has been kept in cages, for as long as she can remember.She was lucky if she could scrape enough to eat for a week.
"No worries, I'll teach you."He smiled genitally.She nodded her head, and tried not to let the emotion welling up in her chest overpower her.
Over the next couple of months he taught her everything from table etiquette to reading and writing.She loved fantasy novels the most.Some times, she felt as though she was in a book herself.As if her life had been scripted to stop off bad, but then end up in the hands of a knight in shining armor.
She just finished a really nice book and was placing it up on a shelf when she knocked over a book.She picked up up and held it in her frail hands."Tears..T-That..Taste..Like Salt?" she questioned.Do tears taste like salt?I really..can't recall.. She pondered over and over in her head.
"What do you have there Lailia?" A head appeared beside hers.She jumped and dropped the book, as the man she came to love chuckled.
"That was mean, Derick." she pouted while again picking up the book.
"I did knock..you just had your nose stuck in a book." he flicked her nose.
"Well.."she tried to think of something to say.
"Don't.."he shook his head while smiling with his eyes."Tears that Taste Like Salt." he read aloud."Hmm..I don't remember putting this out here..nor buying it.
"So, your suppose to remember every book you've ever bought?" she questioned raising a thin eyebrow.He bent down and ran a tongue across her lips.
"No..but I can remember other things."He smirked.
"D-D-Derick!"She flushed."Y-you..p-" she began but was swept up in his arms into a loving kiss.Oh how she loved his kisses.