Her beauty came from within. She shimmered. She glowed. She was utterly radiant, and Benedict suddenly realized that it was because she looked so damned happy. Happy to be where she was, happy to be who she was. Happy in a way Benedict
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“Finally, Anthony said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t know if I can get past this.” “You don’t have to get past it,” Kate said. She caught her lower lip, which had begun to tremble, between her teeth, and then laid her hand on an empty spot on the bed. “Could you come over here so I can hold your hand?” Anthony responded instantly; the warmth of her touch flooded him, seeping through his body until it caressed his very soul. And in that moment he realized that this was about more than love. This woman made him a better person.”
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
“You should sleep,” she said. He nodded again, but he couldn’t seem to make his eyes close. She yawned. “This is nice.” He kissed her forehead, making an “Mmmm” sound of agreement. She arched her neck and kissed him back, full on the lips, then settled into her pillow. “I hope we’ll be like this always,” she murmured, yawning yet again as sleep overtook her. “Always and forever.” Anthony froze. Always.”
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
“Give up now, dear wife,” Anthony taunted. “Admit defeat, and we shall all be happier.” Kate sighed softly, almost as if she acquiesced. Anthony’s eyes narrowed. Kate idly touched her fingers to the neckline of her frock. Anthony’s eyes widened. “It’s hot in here, don’t you think?” she asked, her voice soft, and sweet, and terribly breathless. “You little minx,” he murmured. She slid the fabric from her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “No buttons?” he whispered. She shook her head. She wasn’t stupid. Even the best laid plans could find their way awry. One always had to dress for the occasion.”
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
“The day he’d fallen in love. Not that he’d realized it at the time. Nor had Kate, he imagined, but he was certain that that was the day they had been fated to be together—the day of the infamous Pall Mall match. She left him with the pink mallet. She had sent his ball into the lake. God, what a woman.”
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
“He had fallen in love with his wife. He had fallen in love with his wife, and now the thought of dying, of leaving her, of knowing that their moments together would form a short poem and not a long and lusty novel—it was more than he could bear.”
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
― The Viscount Who Loved Me
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