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Colette pursed her lips slightly when he yawned, still not ready for him to leave, and yet she knew that he would have to soon. After all, he probably had church or work the next day. She wasn't certain of the time, but she wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep a wink that night, not with the way her mind was racing right then. She unconsciously leaned toward him as he pressed his chin into his hands and moved closer to her. Colette was transfixed as he spoke, hanging onto every single word that spilled off his lips. Her eyes moved steadily between his eyes and his lips, trying not to linger to long on the latter.

She nodded when he mentioned the security items, she had had a teddy bear when she was a child that she brought everywhere with her. His explanation was touching and let her see a soft side of him that she doubted many people got to see. Colette caught her bottom lip in thought when he finished speaking, releasing it after a moment as she automatically expected to be rebuked for the habit. Of course, Roman wouldn't do that, but it was too late to grab it again. She mirrored his smile, feeling like she would be smiling for weeks thinking back to this date, to this moment. "There are a lot of bad habits out there that you could have acquired instead," she said, trying to relay the fact that she found it endearing and was glad that she had asked.

After a moment of just holding his gaze, Colette stood and grabbed their two plates. She disposed of the leftovers on her plate and stuck them in the sink, Maudlin would handle it. She rewrapped the pie, pretending to stifle a yawn as she did. She didn't want Roman to have to politely ask to leave or have him think it was his fault that their night was ending. This way it was mutual, they were both tired so they had to stay goodbye. Although she felt like she needed to stay up the whole night just talking to him. But, they had the rest of the summer. Her warm eyes slipped over to him, a sad smile haunting her features, "Unfortunately, I believe it's time to say goodnight. Would you like any of this to bring home?"

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Henry nodded at her with his warm, friendly smile before turning his attention back to the game. As far as a Scott family game night, this one seemed to be exceptionally tame. There was only one outrageous outburst when Joan tried to skip a couple of spots so that she could win, but Paul had been watching close enough to call her out on it. Henry's attention was only half on the game so he'd missed the move, which earned him a less than friendly glare from Paul. But, since Joan was known to do whatever it took to win, she was made to re-do the turn, which had erupted in a small explosion of tears that Henry had quickly put out by telling an old story of one of his adventures with Roman, which always entertained his younger sister. His voice inflection was in tune with the story, rising and falling as it needed, ensnaring her attention enough that she forgot all about the do-over.

In the end, Joan did, in fact, win the game with Alice coming in second and Henry third. His mother lost, though he had long learned that she almost always lost because she knew how much winning meant to the rest of the family. "Guess we didn't count on the squirt catchin' up," he said across the table to Alice with a slight, affectionate chuckle for his sister. Joan was smiling triumphantly, though a sleepiness had stolen some of the energy she'd had before the game. She turned her eyes to Alice, her voice dreamy and blissful, "Aren't ya glad ya came?"

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The sight of Colette biting her bottom lip immediately brought back the pang of longing to kiss her again, kiss those soft, warm lips. His eyes lingered on them until she let it go and he focused back up on her captivating eyes, lost in their warmth. The way she smiled at him, so friendly yet with a hint of something more ? more affection and desire, the way he smiled at her too. He felt their connection whether she was aware of it or not. Her comment made him swell, seeing the positive approval she gave him, guessing it struck a chord with her.

Once she moved to get the plates, Roman readjusted his position, sitting back against the chair back, hands down in his lap again. His eyes followed her around the kitchen, catching her every move, noting the yawn she stifled. He knew it was getting late and they should both be getting to bed, but he would stay up all night if it meant spending more time with her. It wasn't until she spoke again he realized that wasn't going to happen. His smile faded a bit, only one side turned up in a disappointed way. All good things did come to and end, but he never believed this one would. Roman sighed, holding her gaze. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks though."

He moved to stand, adjusting his shirt as he realized he hadn't yet figured out their next time together. Smiling gently again, a small puppy dog smirk that would get any girls heart racing Roman spoke, "So when am I gonna see you again, Miss Rawlings?" looking up at her with his green eyes.

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Colette moved so that she was standing in front of him, ready to escort him out whenever he was good to go. She watched him as he went to stand up, his grin making her heart pick up with anticipation, curious as to what he was about to say. Her smile was faint but utterly happy as she waited and it spread rapidly to encompass every feature of her face as he spoke. "Colette, please," she chided first, reaching forward to take his hands in hers. Her fingers were gentle around his, so that he could take them away whenever he liked if he wasn't comfortable. She just wanted to be touching him while they talked about their next time together.

She knew that the more time they spent together the better, and she was ready to say tomorrow when she stopped herself, not wanting to come off to needy. Colette didn't like looking down at him, it made her feel off, so she pulled at his hands, wanting him to stand up so that she could look up at him. She was just so happy with the way that everything had turned out so far.

"I believe that's entirely up to you," she said sincerely. She would be more than willing to see him the next day. Colette wasn't sure how to express her desire to spend all of her time with him until she left and she most certainly didn't want to intimidate him with how much she liked him already. Her eyes were dancing merrily, as she stood close to him in the kitchen, "I'm free most of the time. Aside from lessons."

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Roman's smirk widened as she corrected him, a partial laugh escaping his lips. When she grabbed his hands, there was another hum of energy that ran through him from the touch of her skin on his. When ever they held hands all he could think about was how perfect they felt together. This time he wasn't worried about being seen in physical contact with her because she had been the one to initiate it and he trusted her judgement. His eyes searched hers as he waited for an answer, but he felt the tug and he rose from his seat, instantly becoming a head taller, having at adjust looking back down at her. No matter what angle he saw her from she was always beautiful, perfect in every way.

Her lack of an answer made him raise an eyebrow, wishing she could have picked it so he didn't feel the pressure, but he knew since he was the man it was his job to do the deciding. If he had a say they would be together whenever they could be, but their relationship wasn't to that point yet, so he wasn't sure what was appropriate. He contemplated the ideas, letting his thumbs gently rub the tops of her hands as he thought, a soothing, yet intimate way to keep the contact between them constant. Roman had church tomorrow morning with his family, then they liked to have lunch together and sit outside on the porch and talk. His mother had designated Sunday as 'family day', a time when they could all reconnect. Sometimes they even visited his sister grave. That thought sobered Roman up for a moment, the smile fading before he caught himself and focused back on Colette, holding a tender smile.

"Tomorrow, same time?" he asked, deciding they could have another evening together, do something fun again.

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Colette could feel a circle of tingles running along her body in rhythm with the circles that he was drawing on her hands. She followed his eyes as he stood up, noting the raised eyebrow. Before he responded, she noticed the way his smile slipped and how he seemed to disappear into another world and her first impulse was to ask him where he had disappeared to, but the smile came back so fast that she ignored it for then. She wondered briefly whether or not she should have just told him her idea, but he pressed on suggesting the next day, which thrilled her. All she had planned the next day was church that morning and then a midday luncheon with some of the neighbors, so that evening would be perfect.

She dropped one of his hands and turned, gently guiding him back to the front door. "Tomorrow sounds wonderful," she said softly, squeezing his hand as they walked toward the front door, her stride short and slow but graceful. Her lips were twitched somewhere between a smile and frown, still ecstatic from the evening and distraught over the fact that it was over. Colette was studying him quietly, her fingers seemed unable to reach out and open the front door for him, not wanting him to leave her

"Roman," she said quietly, testing the name on her lips and loving the way it sounded. Colette extended her neck and lifted herself to press her lips against his cheek, the barest whisper of contact, and yet it made a shiver run down her body. Her full lips widened to a genuine smile as she lowered back down onto the solid floor, "Tonight was perfect."

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Roman could tell by the look on her face that she was just as excited for the next meeting as he was which boosted his confidence about their relationship working out. The thought of having to wait all day tomorrow to see her was painful, but at least he didn't have to wait any longer than that. Her words confirmed his beliefs and he willingly followed her to the front door, gazing down at his feet with a childish grin of satisfaction. There was no better way he could have imagined to end their night.

When they stopped at the door he expected her to open the door, but her hesitation caught his attention and he turned to face her, looking down at her in the same way she looked up at him. The sound of his name coming from her lips made his body ache for her ? it echoed like church bells through his ears. His eyes connected with her, all the longing and admiration swelling in them. The next move occurred like slow motion, her face rising up towards him, her lips touching his cheek in the most compassionate and soft manner, sending a spark through him. It was more than he could have asked for and it only made him want her even more. Her last words were icing on the cake.

"Just like you," he retorted with a smirk and a wink, reaching his free hand up and running it softly across her jaw line in a passionate and affectionate manner. His hand fell back down and at the same time he released her hand in his, deciding that was how he wanted to end the night. He reached for the door, opening it slowly and making a move to step out, turning on the threshold. "Goodnight, Colette."

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Colette attempted to protest when he complimented her, but then his fingers were brushing against her face and she had to remind herself to breath. It was a simple touch, but there was so much affection behind it that it made her want him all the more. She wanted to stop him, to pull him back into her so that they could just be together. Her eyes found his when he said her name, the familiar word sounding foreign coming off his lips and she just wanted to hear him say it over and over again. She stepped toward him, fingers wrapping around the door to close it behind him. Their bodies were close again and she felt comfortable in its warmth. She found his eyes as she smiled up at him, "Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow."

She waited for him to step away from the threshold and make his way to his truck before she finely closed the door behind him. Colette locked the door before turning around so that her back was pressed against it. Her smile was impossible to hide or make go away. She wasn't thinking about anything other than Roman and it took her a few minutes to realize that Maudlin was standing in the great room to her right. The kind, older lady was regarding her thoughtfully her features somewhere between a smile and a disapproving frown. She was sure she had looked like an idiot, standing there with a goofy grin on her face that she couldn't make leave her face.

"Church tomorrow, right?" she asked the older woman, trying to shrink her smile so that she could take her seriously. Maudlin nodded but didn't comment on anything, and Colette took that as a time to leave. She reached for the vase of flowers, the dreamy smile coming onto her face once again as she thought back to the meadow. She walked up the stairs, unclipping her earrings with her freehand. She stepped out of her shoes, placing the flowers on her night stand before flopping down on her bed, trying to get rid of the smile that was on her face. Colette stayed on her bed for a while, going over all the details of the date and the different moments of the date. Finally, she stood up and began to change for bed, stripping off the careful layers before replacing them with her comfortable pajamas and then she brushed her teeth. Maudlin came in a turned down the bed for her and she crawled into the comfortable sheets.

The next morning dawned early as Maudlin came in to wake her up so she could get ready for church. Colette had slept soundly once she'd fallen asleep and felt more rested than she'd felt in a long time. She got ready quickly, selecting a dark green, sleeveless dress that exposed her fair, smooth skin and a pair of brown flats. She pulled her hair into an elegant twist, a few shorter curls framing her features. Maudlin and Colette entered the church right on time and entered one of the old wooden pews that was essentially empty, though she knew that socializing would be necessary afterward.

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Roman smiled wide as he watched her stand by the door, drinking in the sight of her one last time. He wanted to capture it like a picture in his mind, freezing it so he could remember it whenever he wanted. At her last works he tipped his head in goodbye, taking one last glance before stepping back and turning. He wanted so badly to look over his shoulder at her, hoping to see her just watching in the doorway, but he refused himself, testing to see if he could wait until tomorrow to see her. He walked to the truck, contentment filling him as he climbed in and started it, driving slowly back down the long driveway and out of sight of her house. There was no way he could stop thinking about her, completely consumed by her.

Remembering the picnic he had set and forgotten to bring back with them, Roman took another drive to the mill, parking by the old building and quickly gathering the basket and blanket. He hurried home afterwards, wanting the night to finally end and tomorrow to come faster than ever. Once he reached home, he saw the same light on in his bedroom window, the only illumination. He smiled to himself, thanking God for his wonderful family and his night with Colette. He readied for bed quickly but as soon as his head hit the pillow, not a wink of sleep managed to pass. He lay awake, hands folded behind his head, listening to the buzz of the cicadas, replaying everything from the evening over and over again. It wasn't until some ungodly hour his eyes flitted shut and he found sleep for only a few hours.

The morning came quickly and he was awoken by the busy work of his mother in the kitchen. He rose, taking the hint that he should get ready for church. Washing his face, trying to remove some of the dark circles that had formed during his sleepless night, Roman dressed in black slacks, a blue button down and gray newsboy hat. He ate breakfast swiftly and the three of them walked to church.

There was only one church and all of Seabrook and nearly the whole town went to the morning service. Everyone knew everyone so there were friendly greetings as they entered, his parents talking to other families. Roman hung with them like a child, knowing how his father liked church to be a family affair. Roman was easily distracted from the small talk his parents were engaged in as soon as he saw Colette enter the church. Her blonde hair shown like a light in a tunnel, her face beautiful as ever. It was not possible for him to remove his eyes from her, watching as she went to a pew with another older woman. He was about to suggest they go sit over by her when the other family invited his family to sit with them on the opposite side of the aisle. He obediently followed, but with silent protest.

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Colette could feel Roman's presence when his eyes lit on her. Her gaze was fixed on him as he made his way to a pew with what she assumed was his family. He looked absolutely dashing and her chest constricted slightly at the site. She couldn't resist studying his mother and father, wanting to see how similar they were to Roman. The pew they selected was on the other side of the church and it was a few rows up, meaning that she could study all their profiles with ease. Her attention was drawn away when one of the ladies in front of her complimented her dress and she was pulled into a conversation with all of them, smiling and laughing at the appropriate times. Though, her attention was only half there, she was straining her ears hoping to catch his voice - even half way across the building.

Finally, the service began and Colette was able to focus on the hymns. Sort of. Her singing voice was soft and rhythmic, not always on key, but close enough. The small book was settled in her hands as they stood and sang. She loved the atmosphere that was associated with the small town church. Her home church in Charleston was quite unlike this, everyone was friendly and a lot of family friends went there, but it was a completely different feel. Throughout the sermon her gaze stole over to Roman, studying the nape of his neck and the way his shoulders looked in the blue shirt. Maudlin elbowed her at one point to regain her attention, making a true blush creep across her cheeks, wondering if anyone else in the building had noticed.

"Oh, Miss Rawlin's, you've got it bad," Maudlin sad quietly as they filed out of the building.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, feigning innocence. Maudlin didn't respond, she just shook her head with a secret smile. Colette walked slowly through the wide doors, shaking hands with the pastor, before stepping onto the grassy lawn in front of the large white building. Everyone seemed to be gathering in small groups to chat and gossip and Maudlin didn't let them bypass this social grace and the pair joined a group who instantly sucked them into the conversation. Colette was trying to search for Roman, hoping to at least say hello, but she wasn't allowed to look away very often without it being seen as rude.

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Unhappy with his seat that was too far in front of Colette to be able to look back without seeming obvious, the hymns were torture and the sermon even more painful. Just feeling her presence in the room was enough to bring goosebumps to his skin, but knowing she was there and not being able to look at her was sending his ticking heart running faster. His fiddled with his hat in his hands as they prayed and sung their last hymns, his patience nearly running thin. At one point his ma gave him a sharp look because his uneasiness was evident by the end. As soon as they were released he was up and ready to leave, avoiding eye contact with anyone so he didn't get pulled into any lengthy conversations. His eyes straight ahead, he followed his ma and pa out of the church, stopping briefly to shake the pastors hand and compliment him on the sermon.

Of course Colette was easy to spot, bright, glowing, and lovely in her dark green dress and pulled back hair. As his family got pulled to a side conversation, Roman stood by and listened, deciding to skip any talking so he could let his eyes wander in Colette's general direction, as if surveying the crowd. He wanted to speak with her, say hello, have a pleasant conversation but he couldn't figure out a way to without making it blatantly obvious. She was currently engaged in a conversation, speaking with grace and laughing in the most perfect pitch that made his heart swell. Furthermore, he was stuck in a conversation also. Possibly he could excuse himself from the current conversation and go say hello, but then his mother would be suspicious and want to be introduced to Colette immediately. Every idea he came up with was either ridiculous, embarrassing or just inappropriate.

So, when his family was ready to leave, Roman guided them in Colette's direction, deciding on a discreet plan of action. Honestly there was nothing discreet about it, but it would keep him satisfied until he saw her later that evening and could laugh about it with her. Walking just a bit too close to her as he passed, Roman 'accidentally' bumped Colette, shoulder to shoulder. He turned quickly, acting as if it was completely unintentional. One hand reached to his hand, tipping it as he spoke, "Apologies, Miss," while the other caressed the back of her arm in a quick fleeting moment of contact. The same electricity ran through him, from her to him, and sent a knowing smirk across his features as his eyes found hers. Before she could say anything back, he fell back in stride alongside his parents as they headed home. They thought nothing of it which meant Roman did a good job of making it seem unplanned. It was just something to show her he cared and acknowledge her in his own goofy way.

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His eyes seemed to rip right through her and she could tell he was watching her, but she couldn't turn her head to wave or nod because one of the women was in the middle of telling Colette different things about the area. She continued to talk as though her body wasn't on high alert and her dress didn't feel like it was suffocating her. She longed to go and say hello and strike up a conversation. It would be easy enough, since they were new, for her to go over and begin talking with the same group he was talking with, but these women had an ironclad grip on the conversation, never pausing or breathing long enough for her to excuse herself.

She was starting to get anxious that she wouldn't have the time to talk to him before they had to leave and she wasn't sure she could handle that. Her thoughts were so focused on a way to get out of the conversation that was completely unaware of Roman moving toward her. At least, until his shoulder bumped again her, making her take a small step to catch herself. Colette attempted to keep the mixture of emotions off her face but there was the one that the spark of his fingers created that she couldn't keep out of her gaze when her eyes met his. She could only nod at his apology, not trusting her voice enough at that moment to speak. She was so caught up in trying to get her heart to slow down that she didn't hear the sad, grief filled gossip about the Donovan family.

The sun was hot by the time Maudlin agreed they had done enough socializing and led Colette back to the car. The drive back was quiet, Maudlin unsure of how to broach the topic of Roman and Colette lost in her own world. She almost wished she hadn't seen him, it made her ache for him to be beside her for the rest of the day, for him to attend the luncheon with her. The luncheon, as it turns out, wasn't completely awful. She met a few kids around her age that all seemed friendly and genuine enough and would provide a solid distraction from Roman when they couldn't be together. She wasn't sure why she was assuming that they would spend all this time together, after all, he had a family and friends in Seabrook, but she wanted to be a part of his life and him hers.

The luncheon had stretched into a game of croquet, something she was exceptionally poor at, but one of the boys was nice enough to help her with her grip and remind her of some of the basics. It was nearly six before she made it back to the house, in high spirits because of the way the day had turned out and the fact that she was going to see Roman shortly. She realized that they had never actually set a meeting place, but she was planning on just going back to the diner, figuring they could find something to do in town though everything probably closed early on a Sunday.

Colette changed out of the green dress, he had already seen her in it, and replaced it with a simple, soft brown shift dress. She kept the brown flats on and simply tightened the twist and was ready to go. She decided to walk into town, knowing she had the twenty minutes to still be there on time, and it was such a lovely evening. The walk took a little longer than anticipated, but it was still just before seven when she entered the town limits and so she took her time walking to the diner, studying the different shops she hadn't been able to see yet.

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That one small moment of contact was all Roman had to keep him satisfied through the rest of the afternoon, so he kept replaying the look on her face and in her eyes, smiling to himself as he did. His parents noticed how peculiar he was acting, but they held their tongues, letting him be lost in whatever thoughts occupied him. When they reached home, they gathered up lunch and headed out to their expansive property. Behind and to the left of the house they had a small farm consisting of chickens, cows and pigs. Roman and his father had to go check up on the animals before they took the short walk about three acres out to a shady spot where there was a simple wood handmade table, four adirondack chairs and a hanging swing beneath some trees. It was their Sunday lunch spot, something his mother insisted they did every week. Sometimes it got a little long and tedious, but usually it was just time for them to catch up as a family.

Conversation easily flowed between the three of them, talking about the farm, church, other families well-being, and eventually Roman's date the night before. He was a bit reluctant to give them any details, but most of what he said was 'it was fine' or 'fun'. They probed him a bit, but Roman kept most of the details to himself, just sparing them the broad picture of it being successful. It was a fun and games, they liked to tease him like he was a sixteen year old going on his first date, which was embarrassing but thankfully no one else was around to hear. The time passed slowly, too slowly for anyone's good, but soon enough his mother suggested visiting Adelaide's grave. Immediately his mother began to get emotional, which brought his father to suggest they skip it today, it would be too hard, but his mother, like always, insisted.

So, somberly, they gathered the lunch leftovers and brought it back to the house before taking the short walk to the town cemetery. A toothpick quickly found it's way into Roman's hand and he immediately thought of Colette and how much he was missing her. He wanted her there with him, to comfort him even though she knew nothing of the death yet. Something about Colette made him feel at ease, which he was anything but while at his sister's grave. It was a painful hour spent grieving Adelaide, his mother crying in his father's arms who shed silent tears. Roman stood stalk still, wringing his hat in his hands as he silently cried too, wiping them away fervently. He didn't like crying, it wasn't right for a man to do, it always angered him, but he would cry for her.

By six thirty they just arrived home and Roman was shocked by the time, flung into a flurry to get ready. His time had finally come to be with Colette again but he was no where near prepared. He washed his face and tried patting the puffiness out of it, wanting Colette to see no remnants of what had occurred that afternoon. He straightened his hat, tried to put a smile on and left with a quick goodbye to his parents. He hoped the evening air would relieve his face of any swelling. He walked quickly, reaching the diner just as the clock struck seven. He didn't see Colette yet, so he leaned up against the diner wall, arms crossed his shirt pulling at his shoulders as he waited patiently.

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Colette didn't realize the time until she saw Roman leaning against the wall of the diner and she instantly felt bad for being even a couple of minutes late. She knew their time together was limited as it was and she had wasted some of it by dawdling. Her happiness was unable to hide as she approached him, her face bright and cheerful. Her feet moved faster, carrying her more quickly toward his body. She more or less skidded to a stop in front of him, half way between a smile and a laugh as she looked up at him, eager to spend more time with him.

The happiness seemed to drain out of her features as she caught the expression in his eyes, fading to something serious and concerned. The deep green of his eyes seemed distraught and unbelievably sad in the soft evening light. She could feel the facade he was trying to put against the anguish and was caught between wanting to ask him what was wrong and just letting him hide behind it. Her head tilted slightly, uncertain of how she was supposed to act. Instinct beat out the desire to ignore it and her fingers reached forward, brushing across his cheek softly.

"Hi," she said, her voice soft and sweet. Colette didn't come right out and ask him about it, she wanted to see what he was thinking first. The way he responded would dictate her next move. She could ignore it, for now, if he wanted her to, because there were things that she would want him to ignore for a little while.

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As soon as he caught sight of Colette, a smile found it's way onto his face, but it didn't manage to reach his eyes. He was more than excited to see her, wanting to get his mind off of the afternoon and focus just on her. The energy she exuded made it so hard for him to resist her. He wanted to just hold her again, kiss her, feel her touch. But that energy seemed to fade as soon as their eye connected and he immediately knew he hadn't been able to hide his pain from her. It frustrated him, he didn't want to concern her because he wanted her to distract him from it all. When her hand touched his face the spark ignited again, her soft voice making his breath catch. He didn't want his mood to rub off on her.

"Hi," he replied, catching her hand from his face and kissed it softly, gently. He cracked another smile, watching her eyes. Part of him wanted her to ask about him, be concerned, but he also didn't want her to know, not yet and he just wanted to have a good time and forget about it all for now. "You have a good day?" he asked, still holding her hand and rubbing circles with his thumb, pushing off the wall so he was standing without the wall. He wanted to talk about her, hear a funny story and relax.

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Her heart rate accelerated as his lips pressed against the hand she had loosely cupped around his cheek. His eyes told her all that she needed to know right then and she complied with a slight nod, even though they hadn't actually said anything aloud about it. So, she pressed a small smile back onto her face when he asked about her day and stepped closer to him when he stood all the way. His thumb, steady on her hand, shifted her attention from whatever was making him sad to her initial desire to just enjoy her time with him. But she also wanted to soothe whatever had upset him, and if he wanted to talk about her, then she could do that for him.

"Well," she began, squeezing his hand as she turned, wanting to walk around rather then stay still. Standing still, so close to him, made it difficult for her to form sentences because of the fog that always seemed to settle in her mind. She laced her fingers through his as she directed their bodies in the opposite direction from which she'd come. "It was pretty good," she said with a nod, smirking over at him as she nudged him playfully, "Especially after I bumped into this guy this morning. You might know him. Tall? Attractive? Adorable green eyes?" She didn't question being forward or flirty with him any longer, there was something about their relationship that was above anything she'd ever experienced before and so she was just letting things happen, not questioning whether they'd be frowned at or not.

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A weight was slowly lifting off of him as the mood shifted, embracing the change to the positive light. He knew Colette would always make him feel better when he was down and he was so thankful to have found her and have the connection they had. As they started walking, the constant touch of their interlaced hands kept his senses alive, stimulating him and lifting his somber mood. A smile played on his lips as he watched her, completely entranced by her beauty and aura. Her words made a chuckle escape his lips, loving her humor. Two could play that game.

"Really? That's funny 'cause I bumped into someone too. I'm pretty sure she was an angel from heaven," he quipped back, his elbow gently returning the nudge. Although it was only day two, he was finding it hard not to become completely attached to her. It was like she filled this void he had, a part of him he didn't know he had. She was everything he had dreamed of and he wanted her more than anything in the world. The thought seemed mutual, but Roman would never stop chasing her.

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Colette shook her head at his compliment, grinning like a fool. His compliment was perhaps a bit overdone, like a pickup line rather than an actual compliment, but she'd take it, knowing that he sincerely meant it. She wanted to tell him that an angel wasn't supposed to have the kind of thoughts she had whenever she was near him, but that was over-sharing, even by her standards. She moved closer to him as they rounded the corner, her mood lightening as his did. He felt so solid beside her, like she could lean on him through anything and he wouldn't break.

"What are the chances?" she asked lightly, squeezing his hand again. There was something about Roman that made her feel like she was floating on a cloud, like nothing could go wrong as long as they were together. The noise of cicadas was deafening as they headed farther along the road and the sky was painted in shades of pinks and oranges. This was shaping out to be another perfect night. "After that, I went to a luncheon and played croquet. Now, I'm here with you and I don't think it could get much better," she said honestly, her lips formed in an eager, pleasant smile.

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Roman knew his compliment had worked when he saw her smile, even though it had been a bit ridiculous. Smiling back, he could feel her body so close to his, like static electricity running between them. He was content with just walking with her, hand in hand, through the town, not caring who saw or what anyone thought. He knew any of his friends would laugh for he had never been the kind of guy to drool over a girl like this before, it wasn't his normal image. But he was proud of Colette and how he felt so no one could mock him.

Her next words made him smile, glad that she felt as he did. "Me either," he chimed, agreeing wholeheartedly. He didn't want it any other way and he felt invincible with Colette, like nothing could go wrong. The night was perfect, she was perfect, he couldn't feel any better.

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She walked quietly beside him for a few minutes, content to just soak up his warmth and be beside him. Colette was amazed at how much smaller the town seemed walking next him, like the sidewalk was half as long as it should be. They crossed the street and turned around, though she wasn't sure where they would go once they completed a lap, but she wasn't really in the mood to be around other people. She just wanted to be alone with him. Even the streets felt too crowded, though there weren't that many people out at this time on a Sunday evening. She turned into him, her fingers loosely wrapping around his upper arm, as she pressed closer, never disrupting their rhythmic pace.

Colette wanted to ask him about how his day had been, what he'd done, but the expression on his face from earlier swam in front of her and she figured it still wasn't the right time to bring it up. Her desire to be alone with him was eating at her, but she knew that part of it sprang from her desire to know what had upset him earlier that day. So, instead her mind settled on something that would allow them to be alone but where they would have to be quiet at the same time.

"How do you feel about seeing a movie?" she asked, her eyes carefully trained on his features. She didn't want to make him do anything that he didn't feel like doing and she wasn't sure how he felt about movies. Normally, she was solidly against them, but every now and then they seemed to provide the perfect solution.

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Roman was satisfied with the silence that settled calmly between them, thankful for it. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, he enjoyed every conversation with her, but it was nice to just be with her, no words, just comfortable stillness. He could feel her body heat from how close she was radiating to his arm, especially when she wrapped around it, a comforting touch that made his heart skip with adoration. She managed to know exactly what to do to make him feel right, just touching in that close proximity was enough for him. He could tell their walk wasn't going to last long, they couldn't wander the sole street of the town much longer without it getting boring. There were a few things to do, but not many on a Sunday night. The town was pretty quiet because most everyone was home with their families.

His eyes trained down on Colette as she spoke, taking in the idea and the thoughtful look on her face. He could tell she wasn't confident in the idea, like it might upset him and she was wary of what he would think. Smiling very lightly, he nodded. "That sounds perfect," he said, his voice low and gently, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. It was the perfect atmosphere where they could sit together closely and yet it didn't require any speaking. He liked the sound of that, it fit his current mood. Maybe a movie would distract him from the thoughts that haunted him.

Leading Colette to the old theatre, he stopped at the booth and examined the short list of movies. "Which one d'ya fancy?" he asked, smiling down at her, wanting her to chose it. He didn't really see many movies, so anything was fine with him, he wasn't picky.

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Colette relaxed when he agreed to a movie, the lowness of his voice thrilling her slightly. It was like they were discussing something that was meant for just the two of them, something much more intimate then simply going to a movie. She allowed him to lead the way to the theater, taking in the charm of the old building. They had just built a new theater in Charleston and while she had only been once, she was way more impressed by this one. She had a weakness for old architecture and things that had a story behind them, it made them all the more interesting.

She was surprised when he asked her which movie she'd like to see. She was used to the guy picking everything, only protesting if it was something that she really didn't want to do. But, she was happy that he seemed to care about her opinion, even if it was over something as trivial as what movie they were going to see. Consulting the list, she realized she had no idea what any of the movies were about, or if any of them were any good. So, she just picked one, hoping that it would be light and have some comedic value. Colette wanted to offer to pay, at least for herself, but she knew it could be taken as an insult and so she decided to wait until later that evening, when they weren't standing in front of the guy distributing the tickets.

They entered the small, cool theater, and found a seat toward the back, away from the few other people that were in the room. Her body thrummed with energy as soon as they sat down. Her dark eyes were on him, they had a few minutes before the movie started. She could read the sadness, lingering in his features, and built up some resolve to ask him about it at some point that evening. "Do you have work tomorrow?" she asked her voice light and curious

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Roman payed for the tickets, not minding how much it was because it was for Colette. He knew she probably had a lot of money, but he decided he didn't want to her pay for anything when he was around. He had been brought up with manners and he wanted to obey the rule that said a man always paid. Even if it was all he had, Roman would spend it, he knew money wasn't the end of the world. Once they had found their seats, Roman removed his hat, placing it on his thigh, then ran his hand through his hair a few time to remove any hat hair. He didn't really care what the movie was about, he just wanted to be close to Colette.

Smiling at her question, Roman looked over at her. "Nah, I have Sunday and Monday off." Everyone had Sunday off because of church, but since he usually worked Saturdays, Monday was like his weekend. "Usually I spend part of the day helpin' my pa on the farm," he added, knowing it wasn't what she wanted to hear. He could tell, because he was thinking it too, that she wanted to spend all their free time together, but Roman didn't have much with all of his work. "But we can spend the rest of that day together if you want," he said with a bright smile and soft voice. He wished he could spend everyday, all day, with Colette but work was important and he couldn't miss it.

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As Roman ran his fingers through his hair, her fingers ached to follow suit and touch his silky looking locks. Colette nodded in understanding at his words, her features not exactly a smile or a frown, just accepting. "That works out perfectly. I have lessons scheduled for most of the morning," she explained with a slight smile. She didn't want him to feel pressured to hang out with her all the time, but right then it seemed like he wanted it as much as her. Before she could ask him what kind of farming his family did, though she hardly knew the different types, the lights began to dim, signaling that the movie was about to begin.

Her eyes slowly drew away from him, toward the screen as the film started to roll. Her hand was still settled around his, resting on his leg as she leaned her shoulder slightly into his. She kept her eyes on the screen, but her peripheral vision was completely focused on Roman. She wanted to see his reaction to different scenes, if he smiled instead of laughed, that kind of stuff. But it was also impossible for her to be immersed in the dark, with him so close, without her body being on high alert or her eyes darkening slightly. Colette wasn't sure how he was able to have this effect on her, simply by sitting next to her, but she wasn't going to question it.

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Roman smiled at her answer, glad that they could have similar schedules. Even as the lights began to dim, Roman let his eyes linger on Colette's face for a moment, catching something in her expression that unsettled him. Her lack of a smile made his fade, trying his best to decipher what felt off. Something about her seemed bothered or agitated, she didn't seem like she had before. Was it the movie? Was it him? A crease formed between his brows, turning to face the screen as he thought about it. Everything that had passed between them had been civil, just like the night before, but he could feel a sense of change in the air between them. Her felt her hand in his, rested on his leg and he gave it a gently squeeze, as if in recognition of the altered mood he was sensing.

Trying his best to focus on the movie, he figured out that it was a romantic drama, something he wasn't exactly fond of. The drama the screenwriters used was too extreme for him, something he believed was always exaggerated. A serious look sat on his face, his thoughts running between Colette and the movie. He soon realized it was a dramatization of two lovers parted during World War I. It was a bit sad, the way they wrote letters to each other while the soldier was near death on the front lines. Roman couldn't identify with it, but he sympathy towards them, realizing that sort of situation with Colette would be more painful than he could imagine. His eyes flickered over to her every once in a while, trying to gauge her reaction. Thankfully at the end of the movie the hero and heroine were reunited unharmed which brought it a slightly lighter ending. As the credits rolled, Roman watched Colette, wondering what she felt during the movie.

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Colette's lips quirked up slightly when he squeezed her hand, liking the physical confirmation that he was there. Not that she needed any sort of confirmation to be aware of his presence. She squeezed back without taking her eyes off of the screen. She cringed inwardly when she realized that instead of the lighthearted comedy that she had wanted the movie was a fairly intense romantic drama. Definitely not the sort of thing that would lift Roman's spirits and she could tell that they weren't his favorite kind of film.

Her eyes softened the longer that the movie went on and her heart began to ache for the onscreen couple. She could sense him watching her, in the same way that she was watching him. She hated the battle scenes, it wasn't the noise or the mild gore, it was how many people were dying on the front lines. Colette felt for the heroine, only being able to hear from the man she loved through letters and not being able to see him would be miserable. It was then, she realized with a pang, that that was exactly how it was going to be if she and Roman continued on this path. Because, the way this was going, she would fall in love with him before the summer was out, there was no question about it. Her heart sang with glee when they were reunited, her features soft but happy.

She turned her face toward him as the lights came on in the room. Colette didn't want to move yet, she was content to just sit there for a few more minutes. Her expression was a mixture of emotions, but mainly she was just glad that he was there. "Did you hate it?" she asked with a slight, apologetic grin.

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Roman kept his eyes settled on Colette, wanting to know how she felt. He knew she probably got into it more than he did and now all he wanted to do was talk. He realized the movie hadn't really distracted him, but rather amplified his unsettled feelings. Getting lost in his thoughts, busy with only what went on in his head, Roman was getting anxious to remove himself from all of it. He knew Colette would help him ease any pain he was feeling and that was enough comfort for the moment as they sat.

"No, no," he answered, nodding, a sad smile on his face, "it just put a bit of a damper on thing." He didn't like how the movie forced him to think about their relationship and where it would go once they had to be apart. It was inevitable that she would go back home after summer and he would stay here, alone, working like he always had. Normally he never dreaded anything in life, but that idea sounded worse than anything. Yet he wouldn't lose her now, even if it would ease any parting blows later, he just wanted all the time he could have with her now.

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Colette regarded him carefully, the sadness in his eyes and on the smile he played across his lips made a surge of grief roll across her. His words made her tilt her chin to the side, her eyes never leaving his. She wasn't sure if he meant put a damper on the evening or on their relationship in general. Not that they had a relationship, she reminded herself quickly. But, none of that really mattered right then, what mattered to her was that he was hurting and she wanted - no needed, to take some of the pain away from him. She wanted to help him carry his burden. The fact that they would have to part at the end of the summer wasn't going to deter her from making every second with him count, or detract from her desire to be with him.

Almost everyone had filed neatly out of the room, leaving just the two of them in the air conditioning. Her lips parted slightly, releasing a soft whoosh of air, as she released his hand. Colette's slender fingers ran along either side of his jaw, in mild fascination, as one once again cupped his cheek and the other settled around the bare skin of his soft neck. She marveled at how smooth his skin was under her fingers briefly, before reminding herself that there was a legitimate reason as to why she was touching him like this. Her thumb brushed gingerly across his cheek as her eyes focused solely on him, their surroundings seemed to melt around the two of them.

She had never been good at consoling people. She wasn't good at knowing the right thing to say, normally she attempted to make light of the situation, but that felt so wrong to even think about doing. Colette caught her lip in brief uncertainty before she spoke, her voice catching in her throat before it finally came out, "On what things?" It was probably a stupid question and she cringed inwardly when it left her lips. That hadn't been what she was telling herself to say. But at the same time, she had to know specifically what he meant. She reasoned that she couldn't rectify the situation if she had to make guesses as to what he was talking about.

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Immediately after he spoke Roman knew she was onto him. Not that there was anything he was trying to hide from her, but he could tell by the subtle change in her expression that she could sense that there was something bothering him. He knew he had been bad at hiding it, but he didn't think he'd be so blatantly obvious even while forcing a smile that had managed to betray him. As she dropped his hand he felt a tight knot form in his stomach and it brought wild ideas to his head. Was she giving up on him? He didn't want his sour gloom to have deterred her away from him and he immediately wanted to reach out and snatch her hand back.

But then her hands moved up to his face and he realized his thoughts had been completely outlandish. She went from simple contact to intimate, her hands paralyzing him and sending continuous shocks through him. The way she gently caressed his face made him ache for more, pleasure running through his body. Her eyes seemed to sear through his body, like she was looking at his soul. It was a deep moment of connection that held him fast. Her eyes held such wondering, so much sad curiosity that he wanted so badly to turn everything around and fix the depression situation. Crack a joke, play it off and spend the rest of their evening with genuine smiles on their faces. He could tell, though, she wouldn't let this go until she knew and he wouldn't be able to relax until he spoke his dark thoughts.

Her words made his breath catch, not wanting to burden her with his somber thoughts. It was enough to feel them himself but he didn't want to drag her down too. He compromised with himself. If she wanted to know, she could press on, but he'd start off gently. "Just my thoughts," he generalized, telling the truth, but only lightly.

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She could feel the way that her fingers were affecting him by the way they burned at the mere contact. Her own desire to run her fingers through his hair, or play with the pieces at the nape of his neck were shoved roughly aside when he spoke. Colette's eyes narrowed slightly at the vagueness of his response, as it only piqued her curiosity farther. She was also somewhat affronted that he hadn't simply come out with it, hurt by the thought that he simply didn't trust her enough to relay whatever was bothering him.

An internal battle raged inside of her, wondering whether she should bother pressing him about it any longer. He obviously didn't want to talk about it, but she knew - she just knew, that things wouldn't be the same between them unless she dragged it out. She already felt like he was trying to hide something from her and the hurt from that would simply grow until it destroyed them. The hand around his neck slipped down so that it hovered on his chest, just over his heart. She wanted to feel his heart beat but was caught off guard when hers settled into the same rhythm as his.

"Roman," she nearly pleaded, her voice somewhere between desperate and breathy, "I need to know your thoughts." It was a startlingly honest comment that came out of her before she had time to think about what they suggested or whether or not they would freak him out.

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Her hand trailing down his chest until it stopped at her heart sent a shiver down his spine, making his tense yet completely relaxed at the same time. He saw it in her eyes, the frustration she had with his running around. He was slowly starting to see how strong of a woman she was, determined, confident ? something most girls he knew wasn't. It was extremely attractive, increasing his yearning for her even more. He knew if he put this off any longer, tried to push her more, it would make everything fall apart and he would probably lose her. That thought hurt, so he gathered the courage to come out with it.

Roman's heart ached as he heard her plea, closing his eyes momentarily, his eyebrows knitting together in a sort of sad pain. He had to do it. Putting his hand on hers that sat on his chest, he wrapped his warm fingers around hers, pulling it away gently and holding it tight. "Okay," he breathed, looking back at her beautiful brown eyes, "but not here." He slowly stood, tugging at her hand to stand too. Once she was up, he led her out, his hand wrapped firmly around hers.

He walked with no words exchanged, just wanting her to trust him as he led her away from the theatre, from people, into the dark twilight streets. He walked a slowly but steady pace, heading to the place he had visited just hours before. The town tapered away and soon they were at the gates of the cemetery, and his eyes flickered to the wrought-iron sign that hung above them. He led her down the gravel road and not far down to the left. A few rows in he slowed them to stop at a simple headstone with the engravings 'Adelaide Ann Donovan/January 3rd, 1925- May 7th, 1933'. The sight made his heart ache, all his emotions coming back at full strength. He sighed and closed his eyes momentarily, sending a short prayer for her and the strength to speak.

"May 7th," he started, his voice a bit weak and soft, "1933 was the first real sunny day of the year. It was a Sunday and after church and it was the first time my dad let me operation the tractor without his supervision." He could feel his throat swelling, making it hard to talk, but he wanted to say it. "So I let Adelaide sit in my lap and we were driving around the farm, smiling and laughing. And then we hit a pot hole, and I wasn't really holding onto her well. She fell off the side in front of the left wheel and I didn't stop it fast enough," he paused, trying his best to hold back any tears. It was the first time he'd said her name aloud in years. Or told anyone the story. "She didn't pass right away, but she got hurt real bad and she was gone by nightfall," he finished, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes were closed tight, holding back his pain and tears, his jaw clenched tight as he squeezed Colette's hand.

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