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And oh, roam it did.
What if something more had transpired between Lord Marsden and I? Something so terrible… so scandalous… that I had blocked it from my memory?
In the deep recesses of my mind, there were faint whispers of something intimate: the feeling of his hands around my waist… my lips reaching upwards to touch his own… his hands moving up my body, tracing along my breasts…
No.
Those were merely dreams, were they not? Dreams I was ashamed of ever having. Dreams I absolutelyshould nothave been thinking about while in a confined space with him.
Dear lord. I felt my face turning bright red for no reason at all.
“Are you all right, Amelia?” The Lord said, breaking my reverie.
I felt my face growing even redder. Could he somehow know what I was thinking?
“I…” I stammered, completely unprepared. “Yes, I’m quite all right.”
A moment of silence fell between us, before I spoke abruptly again.
“I mean, no. No, in fact, I am not.”
He stared at me, his eyebrows raised.
“Is this about last night? I suppose we haven’t discussed it.”
His eyes were full of… laughter. I felt a bit of familiar annoyance building up inside of me.
“Yes, actually.” I said, looking away from him. Through the carriage window, the sun was setting over the hills of Devonshire. “I just wanted to know… what happened.”
I felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Was he going to tell me that my virtue was ruined? That somehow, we had…
The Lord laughed.
“You really don’t remember? I know you were quite drunk, but I didn’t realize you werethatgone.”
“No,” I said quickly, my face turningevenredder (if that was possible). “I remember everything, I think. It’s just the end that’s a bit… fuzzy.”
He grinned, flashing bright white teeth.
Seeing him smile, I could begrudgingly understand why apparently half of the ton had given up their virtue to him. He was disarmingly handsome. In my dreams,Iwanted him, too.
I shivered.
Maybe not just in my dreams.
“Ah, the end.” He said softly, his laughter quickly evaporating into a serious, almost provocative expression.
I stared at him, his blue eyes focused on my own.
“Well…” He continued, his voice deep like gravel.
As he spoke, he began to lean closer to me.
Before I could process what was going on, his face was less than a foot from my own. Up close, I could see the flecks of cerulean blue in his otherwise navy eyes, and the hint of a 5 o’clock shadow along his chiseled jawline.
“You were very bad, Amelia.” He said, in nearly a whisper, those blue eyes lighting up with playful derision.
I felt my breath catch in my chest. For some reason, his words stirred something inside me… something deep, that was usually locked away. I knew that I should have leaned away from him, cried at him to stop such nonsense, but I didn’twanthim to stop. I wanted him to lean in closer, to…
