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             He
reached over and grabbed the second quilt from the back of the sofa; and pulling
her so close, they fell into a deep and surprisingly restful sleep.

Chapter
Three
     
             Morning
soon came and he woke still wrapped around a warm, naked body. He could smell
the musky scent of their lovemaking lingering in the air. Emma was sleeping so
peacefully he didn’t want to wake her. Slowly, he lifted himself from her
sleepy embrace and tucked her back in, making sure she was still warm and cozy.
He planted a tender kiss on her temple and hooked a stray tendril of her deep
brown hair around the back of her ear. She was so beautiful when she was asleep,
and she looked so innocent and peaceful. He felt his heart break in two as he
knew this was the last time he would see her.
             He
saw that dawn was just breaking through the cracks in the metal door at the top
of the stairwell of the shelter. The rising sun was casting just enough light
for him to find his clothing from the night before. He noticed that the wind
had died down and the radio was no longer transmitting emergency directions. He
followed the hazy glow that spread across the small cabin and one of the
brighter rays highlighted the beautiful, sleeping girl in front of him.
             Pulling
on his jeans and shirt, he shrugged into his jacket and decided to venture out
to assess what damage the storm had caused. His emotions were all over the
place, though. Happy to have finally have made love to Emma and show her just
what she meant to him, but feeling immensely remorseful for treating her no
better than some quick lay or one night stand. Last night was a one time only
event for them and there would never be a repeat.  
             As
he stooped down to pull on his boots, he froze as he saw the letter sticking
out of the deep pocket of her overcoat. The bold crest of Harvard Law School on
the envelope gave away its ominous contents. It was evident that that Emma had
started to open the letter and he could see it would be possible to take out
the letter and read it. Fleetingly he toyed with the idea of looking so he
would know for sure before he walked away, but he stopped himself. This was not
the time to be snooping, but the thickness of the envelope indicated this
wasn’t a rejection letter. His broken heart filled with pride as he realized
she had done it and he wasn’t going to hold her back.
             He
reached into his jacket pocket and palmed the small box he had been carrying
close to his heart now for a few months. It contained a modest solitaire diamond
he had bought using the savings he had made despite his meager wage.   It was going to be the icing on the cake
for him and Em. Looking at it now, though, it seemed so small and insignificant.
He needed to give her the world, not some cheap, tiny second-hand diamond ring.
             He
had planned had to propose to her when they found their first home.   He had wanted to make love for the first
time on their first night alone in their new bedroom, a room he wanted to adorn
with candles and roses to give her the romance she so deserved. But she was
moving on to much bigger things, he knew asking her to marry him now was the
wrong thing to do.
             He
hadn’t had a lot of experience in romancing a girl and although Em wasn’t his
first girlfriend, she was definitely the first, and only, girl he had wanted to
make love to.   He had wanted them to
be in a meaningful stage in their relationship before they finally went all the
way. He was desperate to prove to her that she meant far more to him that just
sex. She had stolen his heart and soul and he felt like he had a purpose in
life when he was with her. But by being weak and selfish in the spur of the
moment the night before, he had not only taken away that special moment for
them both, but he felt he had disrespected his precious Emma in the
process.   And