The two of them walked together for a bit longer, and she was more comfortable that he'd put his hands over her shoulders — which, while still intimate for an unmarried man and a woman, didn't give her the dreaded feeling that she was doing something that would scandalize even her wildest of friends.

The moments of silence allowed her to relax, and soon the color on her face had returned back to its peachy tone. Her body's warm was now sufficient to protect her from the brisk air, though admittedly she could feel herself becoming a bit drowsy. The whole experience of running off to spend time with a man (and the actions that had subsequently followed) left her feeling a bit drained, both physically and emotionally.

When he finally stopped and spoke, she allowed a genuine smile to slip onto her face. She reached up and pressed her palm against his cheek. Even though his advances had made her uncomfortable at time, was he really to blame? She'd been the one who'd agreed to meet him there, and she hadn't pushed him away. He was a nice guy, she assured herself — definitely not one she'd likely shove from her life simply because they'd fooled around a bit.

"I did," she responded, warmly.

And then the screen faded out because Bree could not be bothered with a proper outro.