"Paolo," Lizzie breathed, gripping his biceps, "I....I just....I don't think..." "You do not think what, Carina?" He asked breathlessly, his lips caressing her jaw bone. "You are beautiful.....I just want to show you that." "Then....buy me flowers!" She snapped, just as he covered her mouth with his. They kissed passionately for a moment before she struggled away. "Paolo......this isn't right." He looked into her eyes before smiling. "You are just saying this because you have not yet realized how good I can make you feel." She felt a lump rising in her throat as she struggled to make him release his grasp. "Darling, what are you struggling for?" He asked, his face sinking, "Do you not feel the same for me?" Lizzie stared at him, her mouth open. "Uh, I....I mean, I just...." He smiled. "That's better. Now, come, love, let me show you exactly how deep my love runs." "No, Paolo," she whispered softly, "Please don't do this." He shook his head. "It will be fine, Carina. Did I not promise that I would never let anything happen to you?" He asked, his eyes staring deep into hers. "Yes, but..." "But nothing," he interrupted her, "When Paolo Valisari promises something, he means it. Now, I love you, Lizzie McGuire. Do you love me?" She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I.....I mean, I guess I do, but......." He grinned. "Then there is nothing to worry about," he dismissed it simply, "Have I ever let you down before?" She shook her head. "No, but...I mean, we've only known each other for two weeks....." She was cut off by his mouth again, as his hands worked down her body, causing her to squirm. "Paolo, please....." she whimpered softly. He hushed her. "I won't stop," he promised her softly, "Don't worry, Lizzie." She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that this was just a bad dream. She had never asked for this to happen. Paolo was such a gentleman; surely this couldn't be real. "Open your eyes, carrina," the words rolled off his tongue, his voice becoming husky, "I want you to look at me as we make love."