I slowly brought my hands to cup both of his cheeks, my eyes dropping to meet his.
"Fabian. Nothing happened, okay? Nothing."
He met my eyes, his eyes darting across both of mine. "What were you doing there?"
His voice was soft, like a caress, and he stayed on his knees in front of me, his face comfortably between my hands.
I blinked. Should I tell him I thought I was the girl in the portrait above? I shook my head.
"I...was looking for you. I needed to...to talk to you."
He moved a little closer, his eyes darting between my lips and my eyes. His breaths were a lot more stable now, and his hand moved to either side of me.
"Why?" His voice was down to a mere whisper now, and I closed my eyes, then swallowed.
"The wedding...I..." I trailed off, my lips parting. "I just...I needed
