I'm trying, he whispered, his voice pained. If it gets to be… too much, I'm fairly sure I'll be able to leave.“我在尝试。”他耳语道，他的声音充满了痛苦。“假如状况变得……太过头。我相当一定我可以离开。”
I scowled. I didn't like the talk of leaving.我皱起眉。我不喜欢谈到离开。
And it will be harder tomorrow, he continued. I've had the scent of you in my head all day, and I've grown amazingly desensitized.“而明天这会变得愈加艰难，”他继续说道。“今天一整天我的脑子里都是你的味道，我变得非常不敏锐了。
If I'm away from you for any length of time, I'll have to start over again. Not quite from scratch, though, I think.假如我离开你一段时间的话，我又得从头开始了。不过，我想，至少不算是从零开始。”
Don't go away, then, I responded, unable to hide the longing in my voice.“那就别离开。”我答道，没办法藏起我声音里的渴望。
That suits me, he replied, his face relaxing into a gentle smile. Bring on the shackles — I'm your prisoner.“这正合我意。”他回话道，他的脸放松下来，变成一个温顺的微笑。“戴上枷锁——我是你的囚徒。”
But his long hands formed manacles around my wrists as he spoke. He laughed his quiet, musical laugh.但当他说着的时候，他长长的手臂环住了我的腰，形成了一个铁箍。他安静地笑起来，笑声有如天籁。
He'd laughed more tonight than I'd ever heard in all the time I'd spent with him.他今晚笑得不少，比我和他在一块的所有空闲里我所听到的还要多。
You seem more… optimistic than usual, I observed. I haven't seen you like this before.“你好像……比平时更乐观了。”我评论道。“我之前从没见过你像如此。”
Isn't it supposed to be like this? He smiled. The glory of first love, and all that.“不应该像如此吗?”他笑着说。“初恋的荣耀，还有所有些这所有。
It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?这简直很难置信，不是吗，历程过，与读到过，和在画里看到过，是这样的不同?”
Very different, I agreed. More forceful than I'd imagined.“很不同，”我同意道。“比我想象过的还有强烈得多。”
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