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Chapter 7, Part 3
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It was November, four months after Dunstan had been hired to be Charise’s piano teacher. Dunstan was supposed to drive Charise home from school, but about a mile away from her home, one of the tires ran over a broken bottle, popping the tire and sending the car skidding. After getting out of the car and examining the damage (not without a few swear words, Charise remembered, smirking a little), Dunstan established that he needed to put the spare tire on. However, when he popped open the trunk, he realized that the spare tire was missing.

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself. He sighed. “Charise, I think we’ll have to walk the last mile to your house. Are you up for it?”

Charise nodded. She was dressed warmly, in a scarf and sweater and all. “Yeah, I think I can handle it,” she replied.

“Good,” Dunstan said. He pulled a scarf out of his car and wrapped it around his neck. “I’ll walk you to your house, and then I can call a tow truck. I can tell the people where my car is, and they can bring it to my house.”

“That might work,” Charise said agreeably.

She and Dunstan began the trek to her house. Charise pretended that she wasn’t cold, although the biting wind seemed to go straight through her sweater. “Should have worn something warmer,” she mumbled under her breath.


They finally reached her home. Charise reached into her pocket for her keys, and then realization hit her: she had not picked up her keys that morning.

“Oh no,” she groaned.

“What?” Dunstan asked.

“I forgot my keys. And Dad and Gramma Cici won’t be home until this evening,” Charise responded.

Dunstan thought for a few seconds. “Well, we can walk the extra half-mile to my house, and you can stay there until you can get a ride,” he suggested.

Charise began to nod, but then stopped. “I don’t think I can make it,” she answered. She shivered, her lips quivering slightly. “I’m too cold. I don’t even know if I can walk much farther.”


Her eyes began to fill up with tears, upset with herself, unhappy about the cold weather, ashamed to look so childishly incompetent in front of Dunstan. Dunstan reached out and gently squeezed Charise’s hands, kneading them to warm them up.

“Is this a little better?” he asked softly. Charise nodded wordlessly. “You poor thing,” he murmured. “It’s all my fault that you’re so miserable. If I had remembered to make sure I had a spare tire, we would at least be in a nice, warm car.”

Charise shivered some more. She realized that she could faintly see her breath in the air. Dunstan wrapped his arms tightly around her. Charise sighed happily and pressed her face against his chest, trying to absorb as much of his comforting warmth as possible. She closed her eyes, relaxing, at least for the moment. At least she was safe from the cold weather. She felt Dunstan’s hands gently pressing against her cheeks.

“Your face is cold,” he remarked. Charise peeked up at him from beneath her long bangs, startled.

“Yeah,” she said awkwardly. “It’s cold out here.”

“Poor thing,” Dunstan murmured. He placed a warm finger over her lips. “You’ll be fine. I promise.”


The wind picked up strength. Charise gasped and bowed her head, trying to hide her face from the wind, using her long hair. Dunstan murmured something too soft for her to catch-- the wind drowned him out. But it didn’t really matter what he said.

Dunstan gently tilted Charise’s face up to his and pressed his lips ever so softly to hers. Charise stood, wordlessly accepting it, grateful for this extra warm and kindness, as well as… well, what?

Gideon had rejected her not long before her birthday, and S did say that some new man might come into her life. Right? Well, this was him. Right?


“Dunstan,” she said softly. “I…”

Dunstan leaned close and whispered in Charise’s ear, “You’re a beautiful woman, Charise. And I know you’re also very intelligent. So, you know that people wouldn’t understand… you know… us. At least, not until you’re a little older. If your dad or grandma found out about us, he wouldn’t let me teach you anymore. And I know you really want to learn the piano.” He gently squeezed Charise’s hands. “One day, little one, we can be together, if that is what you want. But you shall have to learn patience. When you are a grown woman, we can be together, and no one can tell us not to be. How does that sound to you?”

“…I like that a lot,” Charise replied softly. “I… I really like you, Dunstan.”

“I like you a lot too, Charise,” Dunstan said. “Now, let’s get you to my house before you freeze, hm?”

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