When I arrived in the stables, he startled me from behind the door. Without a word, he grabbed me up in his arms and carried me into the loft. There he had lit a dozen candles, and strewn rose petals and blankets over a bed of sweet-smelling hay.”
“A dozen lit candles in a stable full of dry hay? You’re lucky you survived the experience, sweetheart. You could have been tinder.”
Sophia raised her eyebrows and stiffened her posture. “Our love was an inferno. I thought I would go up in flames, so glorious was our pleasure that night.”
He covered his eyes with a hand and laughed, loud and long. “What a vivid romantic imagination you have.

Autor: Tessa Dare

When I arrived in the stables, he startled me from behind the door. Without a word, he grabbed me up in his arms and carried me into the loft. There he had lit a dozen candles, and strewn rose petals and blankets over a bed of sweet-smelling hay.”<br />“A dozen lit candles in a stable full of dry hay? You’re lucky you survived the experience, sweetheart. You could have been tinder.”<br />Sophia raised her eyebrows and stiffened her posture. “Our love was an inferno. I thought I <i>would</i> go up in flames, so glorious was our pleasure that night.”<br />He covered his eyes with a hand and laughed, loud and long. “What a vivid romantic imagination you have. - Tessa Dare




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