It seems silly now, but I was so worried you weren’t the perfect man of my dreams.” “No one is perfect,” he said quietly. “I know.” She leaned over and planted an impulsive kiss on his cheek. “You’re the imperfect man of my heart, and that’s even better.
Colin was still working on his food, having somehow managed to charm the servants into bringing him a bowl of soup. He’d set down his spoon, though, and was presently examining his other hand, idly flexing each finger in turn, murmuring a word as each pointed out toward Phillip. “Miss. My. Wife.” “Bloody hell,” Phillip finally burst out. “If you’re going to break my legs, would you just go ahead and do it now?
This letter is for both of you. I am so glad you have each other. The world is a kinder place when one’s burdens can be shared.
I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.
She tried to say something witty; she tried to say something seductive. But her bravado failed her at the last moment. She’d never been kissed before, and now that she had all but invited him to be the first, she didn’t know what to do. His fingers loosened slightly around her wrist, but then they tugged, pulling her along with him as he stepped behind a tall, elaborately carved hedge. He whispered her name, touched her cheek. Her eyes widened, lips parted. And in the end, it was inevitable.
He did things to her, she realized. Strange, shivery things that left her breathless. He need only to look at her – not in his usual, conversational way, but to really look at her, to let his eyes settle on hers, deeply blue and insightful, and she felt naked, her soul bared.
Actually, I’m an excellent liar. But what I’m really good at is appearing appropriately sheepish and adorable after I’m caught.
Isn’t it nice to discover that we’re not exactly what we thought we were?
I must protest.” “To whom?” That seemed to flummox him. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “But a protest must be lodged nonetheless.” “I don’t think the dog meant to shoot him,” Iris demurred. “You mean the author does not make the canine’s motivations clear?” Iris assumed a scrupulously even expression. “Even she lacks such talent.
It’s far easier to shut yourself off from people than to love them. If you keep your heart surrounded by strong walls, no one can get close enough to you to break it.
Baiting her was great fun. And he didn’t feel the least bit guilty for it. For all her disgruntled behavior, he had no doubt that she enjoyed the verbal sparring every bit as much as he did.
Colin leaned forward. “I really did not want to leave my wife.
Mother, I spoke to the duke. He understands that this is not a formal meal. And he specifically told me that he was looking forward to a change of pace. He has no family himself, so he has never experienced anything like a Bridgerton family dinner.” “God help us.” Violet’s face went utterly pale.
It is of no concern. I don’t mind that I am not universally adored. If I wanted everyone to like me, I’d have to be kind and charming and bland and boring all the time, and what would be the fun in that?
I do love it when I am right,′ Hyacinth said triumphantly. ‘Which is fortunate, since I so often am.
Isn’t it nice,” the older lady said, leaning in so that only Penelope could hear her words, “to discover that we’re not exactly what we thought we were?
Lucy could feel herself slipping, sliding into need, falling into a hazy place of love and desire where right was not quite identifiable from wrong.
Everything was better with bacon. Life was better with bacon. “Elizabeth.
Edmund Bridgerton had died at the age of thirty-eight. And Anthony simply couldn’t imagine ever surpassing his father in any way, even in years.
No, she didn’t need someone perfect. She just needed someone perfect for her.