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.