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He could not stop kissing her, just as he could not stop thinking about how warm she would feel, how wet and tight as he entered her. His manhood twitched at the idea. He wanted it all now, but he knew that he could not demand that of her. The world seemed to dissolve all around them, as he had her breast in his one had and her buttock in his other, squeezing both of them softly. He kept reminding himself to go slowly.
But no matter how many times he repeated that in his mind, every time her lips parted to inhale, he would suck at her tongue, at her lips. How she moaned... it made him go out of his mind. Nothing in the world existed any longer. There was just one thing that was true and real, just this woman in his arms and the sheer need for her that was tearing him apart.
Everything about this was reckless. It was savage. It was beyond anything he could have anticipated. It was also impossible to be prevented or stopped. Her tongue rubbed against his, and at that moment, she slid her hand down from his chest, gazing at the protrusion from his trousers.
"Leah–" he murmured her name, surprised and stunned, but everlastingly aroused. The sensation was so powerful, it made him pull away from her, and as he did so, he stumbled over the corner of the carpet, which was turned upward, making him fall backward on his behind.
That was not the worst part. As he was falling down, he outstretched his arms, like a bird in flight, in an erroneous desire to keep himself standing, so that he knocked down several of the books which rested on the fifth row of the bookshelf to this right. They dropped down around him, crowning his embarrassment. He frowned to himself, grateful that the light of the candle was soft enough to perhaps not have shown her the entire extent of his excruciating feat.
Instead of laughing, Leah rushed over to him and knelt down by his side. This was certainly not how he was planning on ending this evening, with him falling down to his bottom right in front of Leah.
"Are you all right, Edward?" she asked, sounding concerned. It did not even occur to her to make fun of him. He could not help but love her all the more for that, for being so protective and caring.
"Yes, I'm fine," he frowned, hoping to put this situation behind them as soon as possible. Not that there was any chance of going back to what they were doing, but at least he wouldn't have to discuss stumbling over the darn carpet. "Nothing is hurt but my pride." That much was true.
"It's a good thing those books didn't fall on your head," she pointed out. He had to admit she was right. They were all hard covers, with edges that could make quite a bruise or a bump, neither of which he was too keen on.
"Yes, silver lining and all that," he was still frowning, upset with himself that he could have been so clumsy. He could have been still kissing her, having her melt in his arms, but no. He had to go and be so clumsy.
Endeavoring to change the subject, he looked around at the books, then suddenly, something caught his attention. Something was not quite right. It didn't belong in there. He got up and grabbed one of the books that had previously knocked down on the floor, opened somewhere along the middle.
"Let me help you," Leah offered, taking another book in her hands and putting it back on the shelf. She thought he was already starting to clean up, which was not his intention at all.
"No, no, Leah, look at this," he said, keeping the book open, revealing a page that did not seem to belong in it at all. Instead, it seemed to be a note of some sort, stuck in there for either safe keeping or simply forgotten by whoever placed it there. Whatever the reason was, Edward was curious to find out more about it.
"What is it?" she wondered, approaching him, staring at the book in question.
"A note, I think," Edward pondered, extracting the note with the tips of his fingers. "Or a letter."
As Leah gazed at the note, suddenly, her eyes widened. Without any warning, she grabbed the note right from his hands and brought it closer to her field of vision. Her eyes were darting left to right faster than he had ever seen anyone read.
"I was going to read it out loud," he told her with a shrug. "But you could do it as well."
He could see her trembling, silently, staring at the note. Her lips were parted, but no sound was coming from her. Just that look of sheer shock which he had seen more times than he could count.
"Leah?" he called out to her, realizing that something tremendous was taking place, right this very moment. "What is the matter?"
"This–" she finally lifted her gaze from the note and stared at him, the note quivering in her hand. "This is my mother's handwriting... how did a note from my mother end up in your library?"
CHAPTER17
This did not make any sense. It could not.
No matter how much Leah racked her brain, she could not come up with a plausible explanation as to why her mother would send a note to his parents, or why they would keep it hidden within the confines of a book in the library.
"Read it," Leah gave the note back to Edward. He took it in his hands, then neared the table where the lit candles were placed. He bent down, in an effort to see the words more clearly.
"I have found out the truth and I shall reveal it soon," Edward read aloud. "Make sure to keep up appearances while I figure out how to bring him down. Do inform Harry. Signed, B"
Upon his reading of the note, neither of them was willing to say anything. Their minds were both lost in their own versions of what could have happened. Then, Edward was the first one to speak.
"B is your mother?" he asked.
"Betty," Leah confirmed. "Can we be certain that the note is for your parents?"
Edward thought about it for a moment. "Harry was their footman, the one who died with them that night," he nodded. "It has to be for them."
Leah's brows furrowed in displeasure. She could not make heads or tails of this. "Why would my mother write to your parents?" she asked these questions aloud, because she could not keep them confined to herself alone. She needed Edward's help. "What is this truth she is talking about? And why on Earth is their footman involved? Why did he need to be informed of anything?"
