think of to calm her down.
“What do you mean?” He asked, sitting down beside her.
“Well, I mean, what did you do on a date? You couldn’t have gone to a movie or roller skating or anything like that.”
He laughed, “You mean courting? When a man courted a woman they would go on walks together, sometimes a play or a picnic, that sort of thing. Never would ye be sitting on a gentleman’s bed alone.” He said the latter more seriously then stood up.
“We should go back downstairs.” He said and held his hand out as if to help her up. “I shouldn’t have brought ye, here.” He corrected himself. His eyes looked sad as he looked towards the door.
“I want to be here.” She said and held out her hand to him. “I know that you did things differently back then, but this is the twenty-first century after all. Times have changed even though I have never really had much experience with that sort of thing in your time or mine.”
She wanted to go back downstairs as well, but not alone. She wanted him to come with her, to tuck her in, and to stay the night with her. She stood up and he took her arm again. As they passed the last room on the right again, she felt him shiver next to her. So, that was where he died she thought.
The walk down the stairs seemed to last an eternity. She waited for him to say something, anything, but the words never came. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do and was feeling like she was losing him with every declining step. When they reached the hallway she felt like the walls were closing in on her. She couldn’t breathe.
Brendan walked her to her door and cleared his throat. “Good night, sweet Drew. I had a most loving evening with you.” He kissed her cheek then turned to walk away.
“Why are you so sad?” Drew asked, not wanting him to leave and especially not with such a somber look on his face.
“I should not say, but I do not wish for this night to end. I do not wish to wake in the morning invisible again and without the warmth of you next to me. I wish that I could have more time to court you, to have ye learn about who I truly am. I am afraid though that my reappearing is only a cruel joke before the end of my time here.” He started to walk away again when she grabbed him by the arm.
“Though I do thin k that it would be pretty cool for you to “court” me, I am more interested in you kissing me right now.”
Brendan’s head shot up then. “I would not hurt ye like that, my love. As much as I want your lips to be against mine again, I can’t. I shouldn’t have kissed you in the first place. I shouldn’t have led you on that way. I’ve no idea how long I may be here.” She saw his eyes glitter in the light that came in through the opening of the hallway. She thought that they looked like a stream that was just about to over flow but being a man she supposed he had learned to hold back his tears.
She lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek. “Whether it is for five minutes or for five hundred years, you are the only one that I have ever wanted and if I have to give that up tomorrow, I don’t want to wake up regretting that I never took a chance. Please, Brendan, I want to be with you tonight. Please stay!”
Chapter 7 Death
He knew better. He wanted her so bad though. To have Drew in his arms for just one night though could never be enough. He didn’t know what was to come, but he didn’t want to take everything that she had been holding onto in one night and then be gone the next day. If he was to leave, he would marry her first. At least then he would feel as though he had done the proper thing by her. He would talk to Liza about that. Surely she could arrange a preacher to come here and marry them.
“Drew, I can’t make love to you. As much as…”
There was a loud crashing noise from the living room that made them both jump. Liza came sprinting out of the bedroom with a