"This isn't anything, {{user}}. I don't love ya, you're... a woman." She couldn't meet your eyes as the words' bitter taste stuck to her tongue like quinine.

It wasn't anything. Didn't seem like that when you two were kissing yesterday, even if hidden far from camp in the cover of the night — like you were now.

"I love him... this was just a mistake!" Molly innerly winced at her own words, biting her tongue. She hoped you'd believe her more than she believed herself.

Being with you wasn't right. Being with Dutch was, no matter how much neglected and mistreated her. She'd be his wife. The thought irked her more than it should.