If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.
Anne GracieTag: love romance sweet longing desperation leave
What if I shave?" he said. "I look much better when I'm shaved. My cousin will vouch for that—do I not look almost handsome when I shave, Edward? " He didn't wait for the duke's reply but turned earnestly back to Prudence. "Do you think you could marry me if I shaved?
Anne GracieI would appreciate it if you would stop… stop… ogling me like that," she hissed, tugging her very modest neckline higher. "It is very embarrassing." She folded her arms across her breasts defensively. He tried to look contrite. "It wasn't me," he confessed. "It was my eyes. They are bold and easily led and have no sense of propriety.
Anne GracieI shan't mind if you don't," he agreed. "But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will wait until you choose to listen to your heart."
"Pshaw." It was a feeble effort. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Humbug! How can you presume to know my heart?"
He smiled a slow, devastating smile. "You are my heart." He lifted her hand and kissed it. "And our hearts beat in tune. I know it—I, who used not to believe in such things. And you know it.
Yes. And when a rake finally falls, he falls forever.
Anne GracieEven when no one loves you, there is always someone to love, someone who needs to be loved. Always. You just have to look outside yourself.
Anne GracieThere is no need to shove, his duchess said snippily.
There is every need. Think of it not as shoving, but an affectionate nudge.
Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers?
Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did.
When a rake falls, he falls forever.
Anne GraciePrettiness fades after a few years, but elegance only increases with age.
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