This boy was so sweet.

His curly brown hair gave him a kind of Greek innocence and aspect.

She did not move, but waited, hoping he would do more.
"I wish I might talk to you as I feel," he finally said, hoarsely, a catch in his throat.
She laid one hand on his.
"You dear!" she said.
He realized now that he might.

A great ecstasy fell upon him.

He smoothed her hand, then slipped his arm about her waist, then ventured to kiss the dark cheek turned dreamily from him.