Noticing Abby's hesitation, a surge of curiosity welled up in Howard.
"Is there something else?" he inquired.
Biting her lip, Abby whispered, "Howard, you won't leave me alone, will you?"
"Of course I won't." Howard affectionately tousled Abby's hair, chuckling, "Don't let your mind wander. Just remember one thing."
"We are meant for each other, always. Never believe otherwise."
Hearing those words, a flutter ran through Abby's heart, and she clung tighter to Howard's arm.
"My love," she said, a serious look in her eyes, "What do you say we don't return to the academy tonight? Perhaps we could find a hotel to rest?"
The implication in Abby's voice was not lost on Howard, causing him to swallow hard.
While Abby might not possess Margaret's figure, her youthful vibrancy exuded a charm of its own.
However, having experienced such intimacy before and no longer the impassioned youth, Howard didn't immediately give in.
