I stood by the peach tree sappling the next morning, after the party, pondering on Po and what he called me last night.

"Goodnight, my mistress."

Why does he call me that? I don't mind when he calls me "Ti"...but its when he calls me "his mistress"...

Why does he do it?

"You okay, Ti?" I could hear his soft voice ask.

"Why do you do it?" I asked in response. My back was turned to him. "Why do you call me that?"

"I thought you liked it when I called you that." I could tell he frowned. I turned to him. He was indeed saddened.

"No." I shook my head. "Why do you call me your mistress?" I looked at him. His head shot up like a canon.

"Oh..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"You realize what that means?" He was now standing in front of me. He is slightly taller than me so I have look up at him to see eye to eye.

"I do." He took my paws. I don't know why I didn't pull away.

"Then why?" I looked with pleading eyes. No more words were spoken though. From neither me. Nor him. It was silent as our heads moved closer, until our lips met. It was short and sweet.

And loving.

We knew we shouldn't.

We knew it would be impossible.

I knew I should of pulled away. It wasn't ours first kiss. Nor would it be our last.

When we parted, we stared at one another. I let go of his paws. I didn't know what to do. Neither did he. We just sat down by the peach tree. He intertwined our paws and kissed my knuckles. I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder enjoying the sun rise.

There was no need for words.

There was no need for the "I really like you." or the "I love you" lines.

We just knew.

Everything has changed.

Its time to start something new.

Starting here.

With our little secret.