Charlie Price and Lillian Miller

“Lillian.” He stroked her hair and wiped away her tear with his index finger. “Lillian.”
“Please.”
He took her hand. “I’ve hurt you. I apologise.”
Lillian frowned.
“Lillian forgive me. I wouldn’t hurt you; not for the world.”
“What’s done is done,” is all she said.
He held her arm. “We can’t undo it, but we shouldn’t regret it.”
“Charlie, I hardly know you.”
“You do now.” Charlie struggled not to smile.
“I’m not a slut.”
“Lil, I know that.”
“I don’t blame you.”
Charlie knew she wouldn’t, he had, of course, not forced her. “I love you.”
“I don’t know what came over me.”
Charlie smiled. He drew her to him and kissed her. “Me,” he said.