"No rush, Nathan!" The girl smiled gently and considerately, "I'll wait for you. Whenever you're ready, we'll get married!"
She had waited for him for six years; what does waiting a bit longer matter?
Meeting her gaze, Nathan Leafcastle's heart was full of apology. Holding her again, he spoke softly.
"I'm sorry for making you wait so long!"
Sally Dalton lifted her face from his embrace, "Haven't we always been together all these years?"
Other than not breaking the thin layer of romantic relationship and not having been intimate, the way she interacted with him had long surpassed the intimacy between friends.
As he met her gaze, Nathan Leafcastle's face broke into a smile.
Their eyes met, and Sally Dalton's eyes were full of deep feeling.
Her long lashes lowered gently, and her face tilted slightly up towards him.
