Chapter Four-

I spent the night alone in my room, with Cliff coming in periodically to check on me. I pretended to be asleep each time he opened the door. In the morning, I fought with myself for several minutes, until I knew I had to get up, or someone would come in looking for me. I crawled out of bed, and slipped on my house shoes, and robe. I hoped that I didn't have unannounced visitors lurking about my room.

Cliff was sitting in a chair in the front room of our suite. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. He heard me open my door, and stood, turning to look at me. An unexpectedly warm smile spread across his face.

I barely realized he had moved when he was coming toward me. He was in front of me in four strides, pulling me close. "Oh, Mol..." He said, and then planted a soft kiss on my lips. This was different. "I thought I had lost you for a moment."

I pulled gently away from him, examining his face for sarcasm. I saw none. In this light, in this beautiful room, he almost looked... handsome. I shrugged off the feelings creeping up inside me, as he offered me a chair, and I sat.

I sucked in a large breath, hoping for some strength. "Cliff?" I said, this time trying very hard to put some emotion in my voice.

"Yes, dear?" He said, sitting across from me on the couch.

"I think we should leave." He looked incredulous. "I just don't feel right here." I tried, trying to remember my lie that I had made up while laying in bed all night. "I think we should go north. It would be better for us." I sighed, hoping it sounded tired, rather than desperate. "I just... don't feel right here." I repeated, lamely.

He stood, and paced for a moment, obviously trying to find out what my plan was. After a moment, he turned to me, and smiled. "Alright, darling."

"What?" I said, impressed, and surprised.

"Alright." He said, shrugging. "I can see that you are unhappy, and I hope only to make you feel at home." I stood, as he finished. "Besides, I think we could use a vacation where our families can't find us."

I frowned a little, then tried to hide it quickly. I knew that by "Our families", he meant, "Your mother".


Yeah... I hate to be the jerky author, but I don't want to post a story that no one is reading anyway, so please review. For now, I guess I am just going to do some work on my other Fic.