“I trust you understand, Miss Bennet, that I am not attempting liberties, but if you would turn a bit more toward me and, uh, allow me to place my arm . . . here behind your head — ” He gently slipped his arm around my shoulders, also turning toward me and drawing me into an embrace. “There. Now, rest your knees against my leg. Is that — is that too distressing?” “No.” For some reason, I was unable to manage more than a whisper. “And if you — well, if you care to — you might lay your head on my shoulder.” He slipped his other arm around my waist and pulled me even closer. “Now, are you
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