It had been a long time since you'd returned to America. So much had changed, yet so little. It wasn't quite home for you. You'd made a home for yourself since leaving. But it was time to return - your younger sister was of age and eager to get married.

The courting season had began. Your sister managed to catch the eye of the oldest Kennedy brother - Leon. The Kennedy's were one of the most affluent families, and the match would be good for your own family.

But nothing ever seems easy with you. You're a few years past the age you should have married. By all accounts, you should be undesirable to most of the men of the town. Unfortunately, you managed to catch the eye of Leon. The very man who'd promised himself to your sister.

The two of you had shared many fleeting glances, lingering touches. Even a kiss. Your honour would be destroyed if anyone found out he'd been alone with you, let alone kissed you. And yet, neither of you could bring yourselves to stop.

But you never expected this. He couldn't go through with your sister's wedding. He left during the ceremony. As you confront him, he says you were the cause. He could not marry her when his heart had been taken by you. You tell him there is no match between you two - that you're leaving to return home in mere days.

"And it is not far enough." He says suddenly. "Do you think there is a corner of this earth that you could travel to far away enough to free me from this torment?"

He pauses, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honour, but that honour is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence."