Pansy was furious. She heard his steps come up as she had finished putting the last things into her chest. She didn’t even turn to him when he started speaking to her from the doorway. As he began speaking, she knew that his attitude had gone, and she nearly smirked, until the words washed over her. When she turned, he was already reaching for her hand. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I’m sorry, love.” She said sincerely, squeezing him gently. “I wish you had told me sooner.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “You know that if I had my way, I would stay, but people talk, and my father would be furious. What can I do to help you?”