I was going to try and write the whole thing in Heero's POV but I needed to be in Relena's (again, I know. Sorry) for the time at her house. But please enjoy the chapter!

By Zapenstap

Heero sat hunched over the computer screen, shaking his head silently as he listened to Trowa talking at him through the radio receiver in his ear. It had been a long while since he had heard the other pilot's voice, and as he had only heard it a few times in his life, he wasn't terribly excited to hear it now.

"I'm checking to make sure yesterday's numbers are what we expected them to be," Trowa voice came in Heero's ear in a business-like, almost formal tone. Perhaps Trowa only had one kind, but then, other people might say the same about Heero.

Heero had already double-checked the transaction, once last night and again about an hour ago, but he checked again to be thorough. "It's a go," he said, and then, hiding his irritation, added in a slightly more conversational way, "Do they really need us for this?"

"I don't know," Trowa said. "Is it so terrible helping out once and awhile? You'll get a pay check."

Heero was silent. It didn't bother him to assist Preventor intelligence when they asked, which was rarely and generally only when they needed an outside feed, but yesterday, Thursday, he hadn't seen Relena because of this. He had gotten a call early in the evening and had to cancel plans with her because he would be working for the government that night. As everything was done by computer, he never left the house, but because his mission was still live, he was physically wired the entire time, relaying information to Trowa, who had also been called in to work on site instead of Heero due to location. Normally, a mission of this sort would have been enjoyable simply because it was a low risk profile and would have utilized the only refined skills he really had, but Heero found his attention wandering to Relena even when he was on duty. It would never have happened in the past and he took it to mean now that he was becoming more human, but he never would have expected to be so distracted by anything. He could still remember the way Relena's skin felt, not just to his fingers, but all along him, that naked, soft beautiful female body underneath his hands and his body, spread between him and the bed sheet. He could still feel the curve of her thighs against his, the slope of her hips to her flat, smooth stomach, and the soft swell of her breasts. He felt like they were getting somewhere, and having to work when he wanted to get farther was a letdown.

"Hey, Heero," Trowa said suddenly, and Heero realized that he had not been giving his full attention. It was so easy to get lost in his desires. Maybe he just didn't want to do these kinds of jobs anymore. "I heard a rumor the other day," Trowa was saying somewhat hesitantly. "About you and Relena?"

"Relena," Heero repeated, partly because he liked the way it sounded, but more because he liked what it made him remember. "I'm seeing her. Is that what you heard?"

There was a moment of surprise on the other end and then, "…yeah, that's what I heard."

"What about it?" Heero muttered, giving little to the conversation. He wanted to keep his relationship with Relena private, though he couldn't precisely have said why. It was all so new to him, and so overwhelming that it was difficult to talk about.

"I just wondered if you were ready for something like that," Trowa said.

Upon hearing this, Heero paused uneasily, feeling strangely cold and tired, though he dismissed these feelings quickly. Sometimes he felt that the only thing between him and the vast emptiness that consumed him when he thought about the war was Relena's smiling face and the distraction of her company. It was true that he felt more stable these days, and had felt that way prior to seeing her, but the way he felt about himself when he thought about the only identity he had was like examining a blank wall. Without the war he was nothing--he wasn't even sure he was human--and even with what he learned from Mandred he still had doubts. At least, he had before her. She had changed something in him, altered his needs and perceptions. The thought of her lips and the shape of her figure under his hands alone was enough to drive almost anything else clean out of his head.

"It's been a long time," Heero answered quietly after a reflective moment. "It's been years since the war ended. It's time to move on."

"I know," Trowa said. "I'm not trying to insinuate anything. It just surprises me because… I'm not ready, I guess. But then, maybe it shouldn't surprise me. You were always better than the rest of us at a lot of things."

Heero didn't answer right away. "I'm not sure I understand you. It's not about being ready. It's about finding someone to be ready for. Maybe you should look. It might be worth it."

There was a slight, considering pause. "You might be right," Trowa said after a moment, a touch more brightly if not exactly enthusiastic.

"It doesn't have to be serious," Heero added. "If you're not ready for that."

Trowa didn't say anything.

"Look," Heero said. "I'm not practiced in giving advice. Are we done with this job?"

It almost sounded as if Trowa laughed, but Heero figured he must have imagined it. "You haven't changed that much. Yeah, we're done," Trowa said. "Do you have somewhere to be?"

"I'm meeting Relena this afternoon," he replied. He did not say he was going to be meeting her mother. He didn't see why Trowa would need to know that and he was tired of talking about his personal life, or anything personal for that matter. If that was what Trowa meant by his not having changed, Heero supposed it was true.

"All right. Good luck with that. I'm out."

Heero removed the earphone and set it on the desk next to his computer before shutting everything down and unwinding from his chair. Ted lifted his head and chest from the kitchen floor and looked at him expectantly and a bit forlornly. "Yeah, I'm going to be gone for a bit," Heero told the dog. "But Mandred said he would come and make sure you're okay, so don't worry about me." The dog lowered his head, resting his chin between his paws, and rolled his eyes up solemnly. Smirking, Heero turned and went upstairs to get ready. Relena would be expecting him in about an hour.

As he showered he couldn't help thinking about her, tilting his head under the faucet as hot water soaked into his hair and poured down his shoulders and chest. Not seeing her yesterday had made him want her more, as he had increasingly for weeks. Kissing her, holding her, touching her was practically the only thing he thought about, that and imagining having sex with her. Even now he had to put his hand against the tiled wall and purposely try and think about something else, though it wasn't much good. The fantasies made him feel a little guilty, and he had decided not to pressure her, but it was difficult to keep his hands off her, to make himself slow down when she was flush up against him in bed, unclothed and silky soft to the touch. When they were sexually active in the ways she would accept, he pushed as far as she allowed and sometimes imagined the real thing, and though the results were satisfying, he still wanted her. He worried a little about performance, and he had also heard that it would hurt her, but his reservations had dwindled as he got closer to her, and now it was just a matter of restraining himself until whenever she was ready. He wondered how long it would be.

Heero got dressed quickly but nicely, opting for his best dress pants and shoes and pulling a khaki-colored cotton knit sweater over his head. He didn't attempt to do anything with his hair, but he wore a little cologne because he liked the way Relena seemed to want to snuggle close to him when he did. He didn't pack much, though he would be gone more than one day. Relena rarely visited her mother because it was a two-hour plane flight northwest. Though she had enough money for expensive travel, it was an inconvenience to book the time that would be worth the trip. They were going to stay at the Darilan residence for one night and two days, as they couldn't very well just do dinner and fly back, but they were not to visit the whole weekend because Relena didn't want to make the occasion uncomfortably long for Heero. Heero himself didn't think about being uncomfortable. He didn't consider what he was going to say to Relena's mom or what her family might expect from him. He was doing this because she asked him to.

He arrived at Relena's porch in the mid-afternoon, showered, dressed and anxious to see her. She answered the door before he knocked and held the screen open with her hip as she passed him a carrying case through the door. She was dressed in heeled, brown leather boots, fitted khaki-colored dress pants that swished about her legs, a snug blue sweater with a sloping, off the shoulder neck and brown leather gloves on her hands. Her hair was half gathered behind her head, slightly curled, and the necklace he had given her dangled just above her exposed collarbone. He couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful her eyes were, sparking brighter than the crystal around her neck. She looked classy, pressed and pretty, something he definitely want to touch.

When she looked up at him through her lashes, smiling through her lip-gloss, he took an invitation and leaned in to kiss her. Her mouth was sweet as candy as she opened up to accept him, the pressure and warmth tantalizing his senses, making his blood stir. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, running his hands over her hips, re-familiarizing himself with her shape. He felt all the way down to the back of her thighs, already feeling heady and aroused, stopping only when he felt her wobble on her heels, her hands braced against his chest. When their lips separated, he continued to hold her until she looked up into his eyes, blushing, strangely serious, and brushed a finger across his face. He took her hand, releasing her about the waist, and murmured that they had a plane to catch.

*****

Relena had been watching Heero nervously since the limousine picked them up at the airport and rolled them through the gates leading to the Darilan estate. The driver let them out at the top of the driveway past the front gardens, and as he drove away, Relena took Heero's hand on the front step before the double doors leading into the foyer of a three-story mansion. She took a deep breath before lifting her head to smile at him reassuringly.

To her surprise, Heero didn't seem overly intimidated by the affluence that surrounded him. It amazed her how easily he adapted to anything, any place or any people. It worried her a little too, because she wondered if it might be because he was so lost to himself; not knowing where he fit might make it easier to fit in anywhere. But then, he fit with her, and if that was true, then this was not exactly the same.

"You seem relaxed," she said, trying to feel out his emotions since she knew he wasn't going to talk about them.

"Yeah," he said as ambiguously as she expected, though he cast an eye about the grounds, noting the fountain in the garden and analyzing the old, elegant architecture of the house.

"You would have been here before if you had gone to my birthday party," she told him with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

He smirked at her.

The door opened and the butler let them into the foyer, taking their coats and telling them that their arrival would be announced to the lady of the house. Relena rubbed her hands, feeling nervous on Heero's behalf. This felt strange to her too. The housing staff was always changing, except for the gardener, who had been there forever, and with her father dead and gone and the staff always changing it was difficult for this place to feel like home to Relena anymore. She sometimes wondered if her mother, who she still loved very much, was comfortable here, if she was not lonely in such a large house and few family members. Relena's grandparents were frequent visitors, and her mother had a plethora of friends, but even so, it couldn't replace the absence of a dead husband and a very busy daughter. But Relena's mother wouldn't move. She liked the old house with its ancient family ties and would never sell it; what memories she had here were comforting to her now.

Heero didn't seem at all perturbed. It threw her a little bit to see how easy he was still, taking in the spiral staircase, the polished wooden floors and the chandeliers with his hands in his pockets. His eyes were sharp and penetrating as always, but he didn't appear to be worried or concerned with today, and Relena realized that it was she who was nervous, she who was worried about how her mother might take to Heero, or not take to him. It was suddenly very important to her that they like each other, but she knew that there was little she could do to influence it.

When the butler returned, they were shown into the drawing room where Relena's mother rose to meet them. She was precisely elegant, down-to-earth but with a classy set up of polished nails, ironed clothes, makeup you couldn't see and a welcoming smile. She extended her hands to Relena graciously, taking Relena in by the fingertips and enfolding her daughter in a welcoming embrace. Though she felt a little childish, Relena supposed it was a parent's right and accepted the hug with a smile.

"Hello, mother," she said, stepping away and extending an arm to Heero. "This is Heero Yuy." She would have said "my boyfriend" but it felt just a little too strange, as she had never taken one home before and as she and Heero never addressed one another by those terms. Mrs. Darilan did not note the absence of the title; her eyes had already welcomed him.

"Welcome, Heero," she said lightly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he returned. He looked just a little bit more awkward now that the expectation for conversation had begun, but he stood firmly with his hand clasped behind his back.

"Dinner will be ready momentarily," Mrs. Darilan informed both of them. "Please have a seat, Relena, Heero. I'm sure you must be tired from the trip."

Relena sat on the couch adjacent to her mother's chair and gestured for Heero to sit beside her, which he did silently. She checked to make sure that he sat up straight and rather hoped he wouldn't touch her, simply because she didn't want her mother to read into their physical proximity. Inwardly, she was dying for Heero to touch her of course, but that wouldn't do for the drawing room. Was it reasonable that she couldn't go a minute without desiring him?

Conversation wasn't too terrible. Heero answered questions diplomatically in those deep, baritone tones of his, giving exact, efficient answers and elaborating only when Relena looked at him or prompted him for more. As none of the conversation was overly personal, he didn't do too badly. Relena couldn't read her mother's reaction very well. She seemed very accepting and approving of Heero, but maybe she was only acting as she thought she should; Mrs. Darilan knew how to entertain guests and make them feel welcome even if she didn't like them, so it was difficult to say for sure. Relena aided the conversation where she could, talking about her own affairs and manipulating the conversation in a direction where she thought they would all be comfortable.

When dinner was announced ready, Relena smiled at Heero to let him know that she was satisfied with his performance. He smiled back, but something about his smile made her blush, as if he was saying she owed him one, and knew what he wanted in payment. As she and Heero followed her mom to the dining room, Relena grasped Heero's hand. She wasn't afraid to be close to him at home. She wouldn't allow herself to be.

Heero had a little difficulty with dinner. There were a great many more dishes and courses and table rules than he might have been familiar with, but Relena was pleased to see that by watching, he was able to pick up most of them well enough not to embarrass himself. He shook his folded napkin over his lap, used the appropriate silverware and kept one hand in his lap unless he was breaking bread. Relena knew that such little matters were not terribly important, so long as his manners were polite, and Relena and her mother wouldn't have cared of course, but when two out of three people were behaving one way at the table, it was considered polite and mannerly to copy them. She had never expected Heero to behave so perfectly, and she was pleased to him doing so well. He was a guest at her mother's house and was behaving the way she would want him to as well as he could. Relena was tremendously proud of him, and the feeling so only made her love him more.

Everything seemed to be going well until Relena's mom asked Heero casually about his family.

"I don't really have one," he replied between sips of water.

There followed a moment of awkward silence in which Relena stared at her mother and her mother looked appropriately abashed. "I'm so sorry," she said after a moment. Heero didn't look upset at all by the question, but then, the news wasn't a shock to him. Relena's mom regarded him quietly from across the table and then smiled. "Relena once mentioned someone by the name of Mandred who I assumed was your parent. I apologize for misunderstanding."

"No, Mandred isn't my father," Heero told her, and didn't seem to want to say more. His eyes burned intensely with a cool, blue fire, not angry, but thinking deep, personal thoughts.

Because Mrs. Darilan was looking uncertain how to continue, Relena cut in hurriedly. "Mandred knew Heero when he was a child, mom. He claimed his guardianship when he found him after the war, but Heero only lived with him for a few months."

"I see," Mrs. Darilan said in a more normal tone. "I suppose you could say he's a little like a parent then."

"I suppose so," Heero said, but his feelings were difficult to detect.

As soon as the conversation drifted to a less personal subject, Heero seemed to relax again. Relena watched her mother closely and felt that by the end of the dinner Heero had redeemed himself a little bit. In hindsight, she probably ought to have warned her mother to stay clear of anything having to do with Heero's childhood or his feelings about the war. They both seemed to be touchy subjects for him, even with Relena, though she wished he would open up to her about it more.

After dinner, Relena suggested a tour of the house and the grounds, since there hadn't been time before. Relena's mother was amendable to this idea, and as they removed from the dining room to allow the maids to clean up dinner, she thankfully allowed them time to themselves. She had always been one to go to bed early, sometimes as early as eight o'clock, and it was nearing that time now.

Once she was alone with Heero in her house, Relena took his hand and entwined her fingers with his. "I'm sorry," she said. "If this is difficult for you."

"It's not difficult," he said. "Relena, look up. It's not difficult. I'm fine. You worry too much."

Relena lifted her head, looking into his eyes, which seemed strangely luminous as night descended on the hilltop and moonlight flooded through the windows of her home. She lifted her arms over his shoulders and fell against him, burying her face in his neck. She felt him relax, holding her about the waist, and simply enjoyed the feel of him close to her. He was so strong, so safe, and so warm. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and rubbed her face into his sweater, breathing in the scent of his cologne, taking in the scent of him.

She wanted to tell him she loved him, but she bit her lip, unable to say it, though she wasn't sure why. Her hand reached around the back of his head and trailed around his neck, pulling his head closer to her in a gesture that was intimate and expressive in ways her words couldn't be. She wished she knew how she felt, why she was so shaky and unsure all the time. She wished she knew how he felt. Sometimes he was blank and distance, pulling away when she tried to get closer, but then he would come at her when she least expected it, holding and kissing her like he never wanted to let go. She loved being close to him. She wanted him to know her inside and out, to know everything about her.

"Do you want to see my room?" she asked, pulling away. He brushed hair away from her face, trailing his fingers gently along her cheekbone. When she took his hand, he followed her.

She wasn't sure why she wanted to show him her room and the home in which she grew up at first, but as she walked down the familiar hallways of her childhood residence, she was struck by its familiarity. A set of silver candlesticks reminded her of when she was a little girl, one who used to flit around this large house in fluffy white dresses, ribbons and lace and polished shoes. She remembered how her mother used to make her polish those candlesticks before parties, teaching her how good it felt to make something sparkle and shine through your own hard work. She had loved this house growing up, had loved her parents and her sheltered, privileged life in complete ignorance of the rest of the world. And the ways that she had changed from then to now… She looked up at the man beside her and felt her pulse quicken.

"Here," she said, opening a door.

Her old room was white satin and pink frills. The lace skirt around her four-post bed and the rose curtains on the windows, the floral designs and even the cherry wood perfume boxes on her dresser, they were all tokens of her childhood. There were books in the shelves and old diaries stored in boxes, and there were candles and photo albums and knick knacks and even her old stuffed animals were all there. She looked at Heero, watching his eyes as he glanced around the room. She could tell by his face that it didn't mean as much to him as it did to her. He might even think her very silly, but as she watched him she couldn't help wondering if one day he wouldn't want to sit in this room with her and learn about her life. She had never wanted to share it with someone so much before.

"Do you want to see the veranda and the gardens?" she asked him.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her. Her knees buckled as his mouth pressed into hers, but his hands supported her body, and she realized that as much as she loved her home, she wanted to be alone with Heero right now, in a place where it felt safe to touch him the way she wanted to. That place was not here, not in this house where so much of her innocence had been stored up in her memories, but that did not change the sudden and sharp longing in her body. She needed him. She wanted him. She was ready to leave this old life behind if she could start a new one with him.

She heard footsteps in the hallway and realized that the house staff was still up and about, cleaning and preparing for the next day. It was still early in the evening. Her lips broke away from Heero's, her body still tingling from the contact.

"Come on," she whispered, and closed the door, leading Heero back downstairs.

The veranda overlooked the garden and the lawn lamps that lined the walkways cast an ethereal glow about the grass and threw shadows across the columns and walls of the house. The sound of Relena's heels clicking on the ground echoed throughout the open, empty space. The silver light of the moon gleamed brightly in an empty, cloudless sky. The crisp air that chilled their skin and stepped close to Heero, sliding the flat of her palms around his chest, taking her time to feel his body before she drew him close. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh as he leaned down, kissing her on her hair, his hands stroking her body. His hands slid up her thighs and slipped under the back of her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her back. She swallowed, luxuriating in the attention, but this was her parents' home, the place she had spent all of her childhood learning to be refined and elegant and where she was taught every conservative standard she knew.

He leaned in to kiss her neck and whisper into her ear and she felt herself growing dizzy, wanting and needing him, her desire warring with her ethics. "We can't do this here," Relena murmured, but she tilted her neck when his mouth sought it, closing her eyes as the heat of his lips scorched her skin.

"I missed you," he told her, and his voice was hoarse, his breathing shallow. He played with her bra strap, clearly unable to decide if he should unclasp it. Her shirt was already pushed up high, her skin bare and cold to the night air, but she still felt like she was on fire. Her head lolled on her neck and she had to rest it against his shoulder as his hands continued to explore her body. She couldn't say no. She wanted his touch so badly. She clutched at his shoulders and let out a soft moan when his fingers slipped between her legs, working her through the thin material of her clothes. Her legs brushed against his crotch and she felt him hardening. Her whole body was throbbing under his touch and she gulped in breaths of air, trying to orient herself. Suppose her mother found them?

"Wait," she gulped, and forcibly had to step away. Her whole body was shaking with need and she could tell that he was aroused simply from the way he was breathing and staring at her. The expression on his face made her want to return everything he wanted to give. But this was not the place, however much it felt like the time. "I can’t," she said, and though she felt terrible, she tried to communicate her need for his respect, trying to make him understand that in this place she could not pretend. She needed polite distance. "Not here. Heero…"

He clearly didn't understand. This was just a place to him, a house she had taken him to. He didn't know what it was like to grow up in a home like this. He didn't know that she was a debutante, formally presented to society on a balcony in an elegant dress, and that young men of respectable families had fought to escort her. He couldn't understand that the term "boyfriend" still seemed like a new word among some of the older women her mother invited to tea, that the society she came from expected courtship to marriage and young men asking her father's permission for her hand, and other such ideas. That was the impression she had had growing up anyway. The people who were her age often had boyfriends in school, sometimes secretly, and some of them were more than a little promiscuous, but Relena had always been the golden girl. Relena was the one that adults talked to at parties and banquets, the one whom everyone said had the brightest future in front of her. Everyone thought she would marry well, that she couldn't help but be snatched up by someone charming and respectable and wealthy and perfect. No one knew then, not even her, that she was going to encounter a lost and intensely desperate solider boy on the beach who would change her life forever. They didn't expect her to lose her father in a senseless dispute or predict that she would give up everything in her former life to discover whom the soldier boy was and how he had become so strong. No one could have imagined that her world perspectives would have altered so drastically, that she would choose to be a politician and use her life to make changes in the world, or that she would fall for that same soldier boy, slowly, over the course of her life. Relena loved Heero, and she wanted him now, but doing this kind of thing behind her mother's back on her home property… She just couldn't.

Heero was waiting for her to speak, to explain why she had rejected him. Her mouth opened and then closed again. She didn't think he would understand. He hadn't seemed that interested to learn about this part of her life, the part she had sealed behind her, any more than he seemed willing to share about the past he had sealed. When they talked about those things, the talk was trite because Heero didn’t want to express his emotions about such personal things to her. They were both in the present, living for now, and right now he wanted her. She couldn't tell him that he meant too much to her to feel shamed to be with him.

"It's just because this is my home," she tried to explain anyway, "but tomorrow we'll go back and…" She blushed, her whole face turning pink at the thought of what she wanted to do when the went back. Her fingers fidgeted in front of her legs. A flutter of panic overtook her when she realized what it was she was going to tell him, what she wanted him to know. He was still looking at her that same way, desiring her, and the pulse in her blood seemed to match the almost feverish glow in his dark blue eyes. "Heero, I want to talk to you about something."

"What?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. "I…I went to a clinic yesterday and I got some birth control. I'm going to start taking it as soon as my period starts."

His response was entirely like him, expression unchanging, eyes calculating. "Are you sure you want to take that? It's a drug, you know. It's not a natural substance. There might be health side effects…"

She would have laughed but she was too scared. It was not the reaction she had expected, though it was like him to worry about her safety always, even when the danger was miniscule. "Heero," she said, and her tone brought his attention to a different focus. She found herself trembling a little, shaking and sweating under his stare. "I wanted to talk about sex."

His whole demeanor seemed to change. He almost jumped when he stepped closer to her, taking her hand in his, looking down at her nails and then at her body and finally too her face. His breathing seemed to have quickened and the look in his eye was penetrating, but he didn't say anything.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" he asked in barely a whisper.

His hand touched her face, pressing her hair to her cheeks. "I wasn't sure I should ask," he said, and she was a little startled to hear the quake in his voice. "But I've wanted to for awhile. Relena…" Her name was a seductive whisper as he leaned in to the side of her head, breathing lustfully and longingly into her ear so that her neck cringed and shivers ran down her body. "I want to have sex with you." He blew softly into her ear again and then kissed her neck.

She was almost ready to take him right then and there, but she managed to turn her head, catching his lips with hers before pushing him a few inches away. "Not now," she half begged. "I'm not on anything yet and I don't want to run the risk of getting pregnant."

"I have condoms," he breathed, and nipped again at her ear, capturing her body with his hands, caressing her skin. "Not here if you don't want, but when we go back to my place..."

"No. A month," she said, though it came out less firmly than she intended with his hands massaging her shoulders. "Just in case, I want to take it for a month. Can you wait a month?"

His eyes stared at her longingly, but he nodded slowly when she didn't budge, resting his forehead on her shoulder.

"I want it to be special," she said. "I want to have it all planned out. I…" She wanted to give him time to tell her he loved her, but she couldn't say that. She couldn't pressure him. It wouldn't be the same.

"Whatever you want," he said, trailing one hand along her hip and kissing her neck softly one last time. "Are you still going to come over other nights?" He sounded so worried.

She nodded. "I couldn't go that long without seeing you. But we'll have to take it slow. I'm a little scared. I want it to be as perfect as possible."

"All right," he said. "Slow."

"And tonight we'll have to sleep in our own beds," she added. "At my mother's house… Please try to understand."

"Okay," he said immediately. "Whatever you want. I…" But he didn't say whatever it was he was going to say. Her heart beat painfully, wondering what he had meant, thinking if it was what she wanted to hear or f it was something else.

He opened the doors for her as they went back inside, following her close and protectively on her heels, and kissed her one last time in front of her bedroom. She touched his shirt, picking at his clothes, and then closed the door, whispering good night. When she went to bed she was shaking, and wondered what she was going to say to her mother tomorrow at breakfast, how she was going to keep this secret. She wasn't sure if she could wait a month either.

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