"I should leave before my stay is not welcomed."
"…! Why…!? Gasp… Why would it be not welcomed?" — Marianne said as she stood in hast becoming aware of his sudden departure, following his motion that wanted to escape their temptation and provoking his eyes to look back at her bashful youth, telling with her whole that any impulse he was restraining would gladly be received if it was her he referred to.
"…"
A throb made his heart halt to the love needing to fill the void with her touch again, and he looked at how her hands clasped her gown, hoping for his closeness to come back for more of her taste while he cursed himself and those outside her door that reminded him of the determination to win her everything correctly.
"Because the sun could rise and those outside could have no choice but to tell, my lady…"
"…"
"I will be joining you tomorrow, surely… Do rest well, my dear Lady Marianne."
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