Aletta wanted to back away, but couldn't move herself to do so. The smile he had upon his face, the sweet little words he'd say... She wanted him, but hated herself for that. "You're most likely to not know what you're telling me," she said, her cheeks a little pink in the sunlight that passed through the wooden door. "I... I can't deny feeling the same, but I need to be a loyal, willing fiancée towards Rolf. I really love him, bu-bu-but my heart screams another name." Aletta stammered, her fingers now intertwined with his. The gentle touch of his hand was very comforting, though he was more holding back than Rolf ever had been. He didn't need any force to convince her of the sincerity of his feelings. "I would like to stay with you. Very much so." The sound of her voice got muffled as she rest her head upon his shoulder, allowing him to embrace her. She could just fall asleep in his arms without worrying he'd be apathetic or gone in the morning. "Just hold me..."