Orlando and I - Another day with Orlando
"Well, then my lovely lady," he took her hand and brushed his lips against it. "I bid you good night."
Perhaps being with a movie star wasn't so bad after all. But why did he want to kiss her? Would it lead to anything else? Kyla promised herself not to let it get out of hand. She did this as she climbed into bed, but not for long since the sheets were so comfortable, and she was so tired.
She awoke early and changed into a crimson shirt and a jean skirt. Why am I addicted to skirts all of a sudden? She thought to herself. Kyla curled her shiny dark hair and applied some blush to her cheeks and gloss to her lips. She had no need for mascara since her eyelashes were already long and dark.
She finally went down the stairs and saw Orlando at the table setting out a tea set along with French toast, eggs, and bacon. His eyes widened when he saw her.
"You look beautiful," he smiled and took her hands.
"You made all this?" she eyed the food hungrily.
He pulled out a chair for her, and Kyla took a seat.
"I woke up early."
"Thank you, really, thank you. I don't know what else to say. No one's made me breakfast since my mom died."
"Your father never did?" he sat opposite her.
"No, my father was not the best at cooking, and I always made the meals. But he found other ways of doting on me."
Kyla bowed her head, and Orlando did the same. After a few moments, she lifted her head and tried the bacon first.
"I cook better bacon, but it's all right."
"Well, I am a vegetarian."
She dribbled some syrup onto her French toast and stuck a piece in her mouth. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "This is the best French toast I have ever tasted."
He grinned. "Tomorrow I'll make you creppes filled with cream cheese."
"Can't wait," she declared eagerly. "Sometime, I'll have to make you chocolate chip pancakes. Mine could be world famous."
He chuckled. "I'm sure, but today I'll be buying you Tea."
"But we already have some here."
"No," he laughed. "In England, lunch here is called Tea. But I'll have you try some crumpets later. Perhaps with the Prince himself, but I doubt it."
"Have you ever met Prince William?" she asked.
"He's handsome, polite, but only a princess can be married to him."
"What am I saying?" she rolled her eyes. "Here I am sitting next to Orlando Bloom rated number one on People Magazine's sexiest man alive, and I'm talking about Prince William."
"Well," he sighed. "I'd rather be known as just Orlando without the publicity facts."
"I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget. I know that nothing else like that matters, though. To me, you will be just Orlando, yourself, if you want. I would like you without all the stardom, popularity. I like you now better without the stardom." She bit her lip knowing she always talked like this when nervous.
"Kyla," he reached over the table and took her hand and kissed it. "No one has ever said that to me before. And I will repay you for it today."
She smiled. "You don't have to, you know."
"Oh, but I will."
Orlando pondered as he waited for Kyla to emerge from the dressing room. He wanted to do something special for her but couldn't figure out what yet (besides his soon attempt to pay for her clothes). Perhaps when she came out, it would give him some fresh inspiration.
"Kyla!" he exclaimed as she emerged from the fitting room.
The spaghetti strapped black dress reached to her knees and bared her fair skin. Even though Orlando was impressed, her cheeks were flushed.
"I couldn't imagine wearing this every day, though."
"Of course not. It's the kind of dress to wear for an Oscar night or a banquet or gallery."
"Which is why it's so expensive," she noted.
"Hang the cost," he smiled inching near her. "By the way, I found some others for you to try on," he laid some other clothes in her arms. "And Kyla, I'm going to take advantage of you now since I may not have another opportunity when your hands are full."
She opened her mouth to speak, but Orlando caught it with his and kissed her briefly but expertly and deeply leaving her too stunned to speak...
Yes, he kissed me, and when he stopped I felt like hitting him, but my body had suddenly turned to Jello. He had actually kissed me, and I was too astonished to say anything. What was there to say to that? Some people think that a kiss is beautiful and deep, but at times it can be very confusing leaving you stranded and stuck. It also leaves you feeling very embarrassed when it's your first. He was very good at it, though. I can say that much, and it left me wanting more.
"Well, are you going to try on the others?" he asked.
"Oh," I opened my eyes again. "Y-yes. Just a minute."
I returned to the dressing room and felt my hot cheeks. I shook my head violently hoping I could shake off the kiss as well and then stripped off the black dress hanging it over the side door. Just as I slipped into a blue flowered skirt, the black dress slid off the side of the door but did not meet the ground.
"Orlando Bloom!" I shouted objectively.
He hurried to the cash register and gave the lady his credit card just as I came running out. I rushed to his side and nearly pushed him away.
"I told you I would repay you," he pushed me back but not firmly.
"No, that dress is too expensive for you to pay for." I couldn't allow him to continue paying for my things. I didn't want charity, and I wanted him to know.
He smirked. "Remember who I am for a moment, Kyla, would you?"
"Here is your receipt Mr. Bloom and your purchase," she handed the plastic bag to him, and he gave it to me.
"I really must protest."
"Just get back in your room and continue trying clothes on or I won't kiss you again," he chuckled.
"Empty threat. I'll make sure to keep the clothes on the hangers inside now," I frowned.
"By the way, the skirt is beautiful on you as well, and I think you should let me pay for it as well."
"Over my dead body."
"No, I don't think it would look too good then."
After two hours of hassling over who was paying for what, Orlando and I finally issued from the mall. Then, he took me to a small café for lunch, and for the first time, I tried crumpets with tea. They were wonderful and melted right in my mouth.
"Where are we going next?" I asked as I tried a blueberry scone.
"I was thinking Buckingham Palace."
"Do those soldiers really move around like there's no floor and like they're toys?"
He nodded grinning. "And they have the soldiers who simply stand there with the blank expressions, and you can never get their attention."
"Mmm...this is a really great café. Where did you find it?"
"My mom took me here for a treat when I was younger. There are very good ones in New Zealand as well. Have you ever been to New Zealand?"
"No. I've seen pictures though."
"Pictures don't do it justice. It's beautiful. Maybe I'll take you there someday."
My thoughts continued to drift back to the kiss. I could still nearly feel his lips tingling upon mine. Orlando was certainly a good kisser, and it felt...nice when he kissed me, but it didn't make it right. Was it right for him to kiss me this early? What did he think about me truly? I guess one of my questions was answered. He didn't bring me along simply just to have someone to unwind with.
I widened my eyes as I watched the procession of soldiers carrying the golden trumpets and wearing their scarlet uniforms with the large black bearskin hats issue into the courtyard. The pictures proved correct; they did look like they were simulated. Orlando told me about the priceless artwork of the Royal Collection housed at Buckingham Palace. About fifty thousand people visit the palace each year as simply guests to banquets, receptions, and Royal Garden parties. Later, we would visit the Queen's Gallery, which shows items of the Royal Collection held by the Queen.
"It was built forty years ago out of the bombed ruins of the former private chapel," Orlando informed me. "Buckingham Palace began as a simple town house owned by the Duke of Buckingham. The State Rooms of the Palace are open in the summer but only from August to September."
"Oh," I hoped I didn't sound too disappointed since this day had turned out perfect already. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Five o'clock. We'll go see Big Ben next. I can get us to the tower so we can see all of London. We just have to make it quick because the Bell rings every hour, and the noise is strident when you are that close to it."
"I look forward to it."
"All right, now, watch your step," Orlando took my hand as they climbed the last step to the tower of Big Ben.
"We could have taken the elevator you know," I suggested rolling my eyes.
"And miss this award winning experience?" he gave me his powerful grin and then raised his hand in a sweeping manner toward the view.
"Oh my gosh!" I grasped the iron bars, which blocked my view of the lake partially, but none the less it was beautiful.
"It has an interesting but clouded history," Orlando informed me. "We just climbed 290 steps to the clock room and 340 to the belfry."
"Can we take the elevator down next?" I asked laughing.
He nodded and slipped his arm around my waist to view the scene with me. "We'll have to since it will be chiming in the next ten minutes."
I sighed. "You always have the facts. Look, it's beautiful."
"Almost as beautiful as you," he added, which made me smile but still wonder none the less. "You should see this place at night when it's lit up. It shines with a golden light, and the clock face looks like silver. When the full moon peaks out, it is truly a sight to see."
I smiled. "Poetic." But still all I could feel was that hand around my waist.
"What is one place where you have always wanted to go but never have?"
I thought for a moment. I knew I wanted to go to someplace out of the country with a warm climate, nice sandy beach, plenty of dolphins, snorkeling, beautiful sunsets, and plenty to do.
"Bermuda," I finally answered.
"And why?" he asked.
I explained my reasons as well as the fact that the island is so mysterious. The Bermuda Triangle has a tragic history to it, and I've always wanted to know the reason. Some people have believed it is the hiding place for the lost city of Atlantis. Anyway, it was a legendary island, and I was always a sucker for a good mystery.
"Hmm. You never seemed much of a thrill seeker to me," he replied.
"Well," I shrugged. "I'm learning. I have always wanted to go sky diving."
He smiled and took my hand. "Jumping out of cable cars is more exciting. Perhaps I'll take you to New Zealand sometime, and we can do it."
I froze when he continued to rub my knuckles. "Shouldn't we be going before the bell rings?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, let's go. It should be ringing within the next two minutes actually."
"Well, you lead the way."
We reached his home outside of London around eight o'clock and decided to change and watch a movie together, then perhaps swim. I had slept most of the way back so I was not as tired. I came down the stairs dressed in some comfortable pajama pants and a tank top just as he was fixing a bowl of popcorn for us. I entered the kitchen and instantly dug my hand into the bowl of popcorn. He nearly laughed as I continued stuffing it in my mouth. We also dug out the Graham Crackers, Hershey bars, and marshmallows and began making smores.
Finally, we took our seat on the couch, and he played the Princess Bride just for me since it was my favorite film. I licked off the marshmallow from my fingers and concentrated on the movie.
"Move? You're alive! If you want I could fly," Buttercup stated as Wesley gathered her up in his arms.
I noticed Orlando's arm slip around my shoulder drawing me closer to him. I leaned my head against his shoulder. I was so comfortable and felt completely at home. It felt warm and inviting to cuddle up against him. Yet, I still didn't know how to read him. Was he playing with me or was this the real thing? I continued to watch the movie progress and nearly dreaded the ending since it ended in a kiss. But would Orlando kissing me be so bad? Of course it wouldn't, but would it be right?
"Since the invention of the kiss, there had been five kisses which were rated the most passionate and the most pure. This one left them all behind."
Orlando took my chin and turned my face to his slowly. He leaned in closer, and I hoped he didn't notice my lower lip drop nearly trembling. His lips met mine gentle yet probing deeper and deeper. When the kiss got to be too much, I pushed him away but not roughly.
"Kyla," he stopped but turned my face to look at his, "Are you afraid of me?"
I shook my head.
"So being with me isn't so bad?"
"Being with you is easy. Staying with you is near impossible."
"Orlando I don't belong in your world. We may want to be with each other, but we can't because we were born differently."
"What if I wished to be in yours?"
I said nothing. What is there to say to that? How could he want to be in my world? He couldn't give up all of his fame and fortune just for me? It was impossible and unrealistic.
He ran his fingers through his hair. "I guess we can't always have everything we want."
"We've only known each other for a couple of days."
"And over the course of those days, we've had unordinary conversations to know each other more. I've told you everything about my life, but you have yet to share yours with me. I want to know everything about you, Kyla," he reached up and moved his fingers through my hair. "But do it slowly."
"Are you insane?" I asked.
"No," he smiled. "Just infatuated."
"I think I should head on up to bed now."
I stood up and proceeded to walk away even though I knew he would follow. I stopped at my door and turned to face him. He eyed me with those gorgeous chocolate eyes of his and then cunningly slipped a strong arm around my waist. I knew he wouldn't let me go this time. I turned my face away from those brown eyes, but he made me face him nonetheless.
"Will you let me?" he asked.
"You will anyway," I replied not thinking of anything else to say.
"I won't if you don't want me to."
"I do, but I don't."
"Funny how life catches you off guard like that."
He inched near me until his lips floated just a breath away from mine. "Goodnight, Orlando," I whispered softly.
He released me. "Goodnight, Kyla." And he kissed my forehead.
I opened the door to my room and closed it behind me. I didn't bother about changing into my pajamas since I was so exhausted and confused. I flopped on the bed and cried and laughed myself to sleep from utter confusion, but the wind from the moors made howling sounds in the night and filled my sleep with nightmares.