She started to lift up my shirt. I wanted nothing more than to let her.
I grabbed her arms, stopping her. "I can't," I whispered.
She glared at me.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a little hurt.
"Soon," I assured her.
"Why not now?" she asked.
"Not until we are married."
She nodded.
"Let's go home," I suggested, holding out my hand.
