Molly sniffed. Her sorrow was near the surface, but she felt safe with Arthur's arms wrapped so firmly around her. She wondered why it took him so long to finally approach her. Why she didn't already know what it was like to kiss him properly. Why they waited so long to do the inevitable. That's what it felt like to Molly, but it wasn't bad. It was how it should have always been. She could feel that in her heart, but she'd dated other boys and waited.
Pulling away, she moved to her vanity and found a handkerchief to dry her eyes and blow her nose. She caught his gaze in the reflection of her mirror and felt suddenly shy. "Is it awful," she began, turning to face him and lean against her table, "me being so young?"