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He met her fierce gaze, and the air between them grew so charged, Nikola Tesla could have invented three things just by looking at it.
She wrote his descriptions alongside a sketch she’d made of the bird, her penmanship delicate and clean, turning his words into something lovely.
She wanted to climb into the kiss and build a home there, grow a bright garden, and wake every morning to joyful birdsong.
Indeed, the point was so far away it appeared as no more than a smudge in the distance, whereas her outrage loomed overwhelmingly large.
But it was an automatic response, for no Englishwoman worth her salt took care of herself if there was an opportunity to sigh instead and gaze wearily into teacups.
Angel was too feeble a word for her. She was heaven entire, embodied in a woman’s body. She was every superlative in every ridiculous emotional dictionary printed in a man’s heart.
But more than that, he wanted to be the kind of man this bookish, brilliant woman might come to like.
Good sense, upon being summoned, whispered pathetically that it was unwell and could not attend.
Not that she didn’t intend to save herself, but a girl does like to have someone waiting in the wings, wanting to rescue her.
A woman felt she could do anything if she had pockets.
