I suppose you are going to have to get going now? Wouldn't want my father to find you here, would we?" she sighed.

“Guess not.” he replied, eyes downcast, before raising them again to hers. Just like Clara, he hadn’t wanted to open that trunk; they had already opened Pandora’s Box. “I just..” he took both her hands in his. “… I just don’t want this to end, ever.” He looked around the farmyard, trying to burn the memory of it on his consciousness, to recall later, every day until he could see her again. “I need to see you again. Soon!” he assured her, with some urgency in his voice.

"I know we can't......do this again....of course but..." she paused then finally continued, "let us do everything we can to keep in touch. Like in town. Emeline....she wants to meet you as I told her all about you." 

“All?” he echoed.

She blushed, "Obviously not all, not now anyway."

He smiled like a Cheshire cat. Not through any laddish, smirking bravado but because, despite the danger of their situation now, of the life that might be growing inside Clara, they had a secret, they were a couple, a pair, they would always have that … that knowledge of each other.

He puffed out his cheeks with a long breath.

“I’m going to go, this is killing me!” he sighed “I’ll be thinking of you every moment. Think of me.” He implored her, pulling her toward him and kissing her this time not in lust, but purely in love.