Bedtime came way too soon, and I got ready to leave; though I dreaded leaving her in a strange place, I knew the time spent with her family would be beneficial to her. But she wasn't making it easy. "I'm not that far, call me if you need me, and I'll come get you; otherwise, call before you fall asleep, and I'll stay up with you, okay."
She nodded but didn't look convinced. "Come on, walk me out. I'm sure there's a lot they want to say without me there." She walked me to the door and outside, where the temperature had dropped. I looked around the outside of the house, picking out her room just in case—Draco Russo training at work.
"Kiss me goodbye, so I know you're okay with me leaving." That's about the most domesticated thing I've ever said in my life. Luckily for me, she got up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. I get a kick out of knowing that neither of us had ever shared this with anyone else before, though she refuses to believe it.
