William studied Keziah as she responded to his statements, knowing that she was probably as torn about their relationship as he was.  For her, it was inappropriate -- even sinful -- for them to have sex before exchanging vows, even if she wanted; and for William -- who had come from an age when you wanted to know what your future mate was like in the bed [i]before[/i] committing to share one with [i]only[/i] them -- it seemed incredible, even irresponsible, [i]not[/i] to take at least a couple of turns between the sheets.  [I]Oh, how life in the Colonies has changed in 240 years.[/i]

When she finished, he just smiled, trying to hide his disappointment.  Later, he would wonder whether that disappointment had been because she hadn't returned his declaration of being in love with her ... or of her rejection of him laying between her thighs and fulfilling one of his many fantasies about her.

"Just a while longer," he said, feigning a seriously disappointed expression.  But his lips spread involuntarily as he finished, "One ... two months ... maybe more, but I [i]promise[/i] you, any more than ten..."  He pointed off toward the setting sun, "And I'm [i]outta[/i] here."

He smiled, crossed to her, and told her one firm word before going softer, "[i]But...![/i]  I'm going to kiss you ... [i]now![/i]"  He moved closer, finishing, "May I?"