QUOTE : Your wish, my command.’ <br /><br />Marcel sprawled on the couch while I started the movie, fast-forwarding through the opening credits. <br /><br />When I perched on the edge of the sofa in front of him, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest. It wasn't exactly as comfortable as a sofa cushion would be, what with his chest being hard and cold-and perfect-as an ice sculpture, but it was preferable. He pulled the old afghan off the back of the couch and draped it over me, so I wouldn't freeze beside his body. <br /><br />‘You know, I've never had much patience with Romeo,’ he commented as the movie started. <br /><br />‘What's wrong with Romeo?’ I asked, a little offended. Romeo was one of my favorite fictional characters. Until I'd met Marcel, I'd had a thing for him. <br /><br />‘Well, first, he's in love with this Rosaline-don't you think it makes him seem a little fickle? And then, a few minutes after their wedding, he kills Juliet's cousin. That's not very brilliant. Mistake after mistake. Could he have destroyed his happiness any more thoroughly?’ <br /><br />I sighed. ‘Do you want me to watch this alone?’ <br /><br />‘No, I'll mostly be watching you, anyway.’ His fingers traced patterns across the skin of my arm, raising goosebumps. ‘Will you cry?’ <br /><br />‘Probably,’ I admitted, ‘if I'm paying attention.’ <br /><br />‘I won't distract you then.’ But I felt his lips on my hair, and it was very distracting. <br /><br />The movie eventually captured my interest, thanks in large part to Marcel whispering Romeo's lines in my ear-his irresistible, velvet voice made the actor's voice sound week and coarse by comparison. And I did cry, to his amusement, when Juliet woke and found her new husband dead. <br /><br />‘I'll admit, I do sort of envy him here, ‘Marcel said, drying the tears with a lock of my hair.