He held her by the waist, smiling sideways.
"If you know me so well and accept me, just the way I am, where have you been all this time?" he asked, but then he remembered something. "Probably, you were playing with dolls. I am a good few years older than you." He said.
"You speak as if you were old, Faolán. How old are you?"
"Eight Twenty-eight." So yes, he was the same age as the Faolán she knew.
"Oh… nine years apart. Not so much." She said.
"But when I was your age, you were very young. A child."
"It is true."
Faolán put her on the bed, under him, suddenly.
"Oh!" She did. He brought his lips down against hers, gently.
"I was serious about getting married." He said.
Alanna looked at him, biting her lip. She really wanted to finally marry Faolán. But she didn't know if anything could go wrong if she married this Faolán.
