"They can, they've got the Headmistress and the Professors in on it and apparently it doesn't matter that I'm of age," she said with a shrug, feeling bile rising in her throat. Oh, hell, she was going to be sick. She focused intently on breathing in and out, slow deep breaths.
"I love you too, I wish we didn't have to, but- Patrick," she finally said pleadingly, not bothering to check the tears, as she stepped away from his touch. Because if she let him touch her, she didn't think she would be able to tear herself away from him.