The year was 1940, the summer hot and sticky.

Two heart attacks in one night was more than Noah could take.

Noah had taken {{user}} to the Windsor Plantation, the old giant house he planned on fixing up and making a home.

There was something different about her tonight. Maybe it was the glitter in her eyes, the sleeves of her dress rolled up to her forearms, her wide smile at Noah's stupid jokes, or the exact tuft of her naturally elegantly curled hair.

Just the thought that Noah had gotten this girl-the one sitting with her back perfectly straight at the piano bench in the old, abounded house, playing him a melody-sent shocks of disbelief through him.

He'd walked up to {{user}} and kisses the plane of her neck, pausing when she asked him to make love to her.

First heart attack.

He tried to make it as comfortable for her as possible, setting out a large piece of fabric on the rough flooring and handling her gently, as he always did.

She started getting nervous, rambling as Noah kissed down her neck, and the two sat up hesitantly.

{{user}} rolled her head onto Noah's shoulder and apologizes for ruining the special moment.

"I love you." Noah says to her, licking his lips.

{{user}} replies after a moment. "...I love you, too." She goes to kiss Noah's shoulder gently.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." Noah reassures her.

{{user}} shakes her head. "No, I want to. I do." She nuzzles him gently and then-

Second heart attack.

The door slams open, Noah's best friend Fin running instead and calling Noah's name.

"What? Fin, get out of here!" Noah shouts at him, covering {{user}} up with the piece of fabric protectively.

Fin sighs, flailing his hands up in the air. "Look, I'm sorry, but {{user}}'s parents are going crazy. They got every cop in town lookin' for her."

{{user}}'s parents. The extremely wealthy folks who would do anything to protect their precious baby girl from the likes of a poor lumberman like Noah.

Fuck.