"Darling, are you sure you won't come in and sit for a bit?" Jennifer Connelly asked, holding onto Dean's hand, reluctant to let go on Henry Street in Brooklyn Heights, New York.
"Are you sure?" Dean glanced at the white house behind her, "If that's what you want..."
As he spoke, Dean had already picked up his suitcase, ready to head straight for the house.
"NO~" Jennifer Connelly hurriedly stopped him with a laugh, "I'm not ready yet, at least wait until we graduate from college..."
"You know I don't care about that," Dean said, cradling her delicate cheek with his warm palm, "This time has been the happiest days of my life."
"Me too," Jennifer Connelly was lost in his blue eyes, "Dean, won't you stay a few more days?"
"Come on," Dean said with a smile, pointing at the Motorola in his hand, "If I don't get to Virginia soon, Duane is going to kill me."
Thinking about the back-to-back calls Dean had been making these two days, Jennifer Connelly laughed as well.
