[She hasn't forgotten what he'd said, either, when that awful compulsion had descended on them both. How he'd promised he'd take her away. Take her, and leave, and — so no, perhaps it's not just Trevor wanting to be on his own, but Trevor causing the two of them to be together. Trevor, making things turn out the way he thinks they ought to be.
This time he's right, perhaps. They needed this, the both of them. This gift, this memory of how things had been, back in the very beginning.]
You could kiss me, I think. If you wanted to.
[There's no ban on that, is there? Kissing is the antithesis of plotting. And there's no law yet passed that says she can't.]
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[She hasn't forgotten what he'd said, either, when that awful compulsion had descended on them both. How he'd promised he'd take her away. Take her, and leave, and — so no, perhaps it's not just Trevor wanting to be on his own, but Trevor causing the two of them to be together. Trevor, making things turn out the way he thinks they ought to be.
This time he's right, perhaps. They needed this, the both of them. This gift, this memory of how things had been, back in the very beginning.]
You could kiss me, I think. If you wanted to.
[There's no ban on that, is there? Kissing is the antithesis of plotting. And there's no law yet passed that says she can't.]