"I was about to say "I love you" a fourth time when the girl put out her hand and stopped my mouth, gently. Her hands as she touched my lips smelt of the night. I didn't want it there, and grasping her wrist gently, I moved it away. "Why?" I asked. "You know why. Because it's a lie," she replied. I hugged her gently, and she hugged me back, equally gently. "It's not something you say so easily," she said as she hugged me. She's right, I thought, as we hugged each other, bit before very long I wanted to tell her I loved her again. Well, why don't we stop, then, if it's a lie!" S.24