Stephanie Miranda

“So pretty,” he said softly, “like a storybook fairy. Sometimes I think you couldn’t possibly be real.” Her only reply was a quickening of breath. “I think I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered. “You think?” “I think I have to kiss you,” he said, looking as if he couldn’t quite believe his own words. “It’s rather like breathing. One doesn’t have much choice in the matter.”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman