A Beguiled Gentleman (The Bradley Brothers Book 1)
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The water roared about his ears as he floated down into the crisp, cool deep. He let himself descend until his foot touched the bottom, then used his foot to push against it and propel himself to the surface. He broke free, gasping from the cold yet refreshing water, and shook his head.
Abby Wall
Love that 1995 Pride and Prejudice reference ;)
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It was as if she stood before the words and opinions of others, and she needed to prove they wouldn’t throw her down. “I am worthy of being loved.” She did not yell, only said the words for herself.
Abby Wall
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But for someone else to see the good in you? Or to urge you to be the best version of yourself? That is what you have been to me. I know I can trust you, and what you say to be true. That is invaluable to me.”
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“No. I have not shown much respect for myself up until now, but I would hope I respect myself more than that.” “And I respect you too much for that. I would want you to be left without a doubt as to my feelings. You deserve to be loved and cherished, Hannah. You deserve someone’s entire heart. Not the mangled thing I have.”
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*cue sobbing
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He was the one to break her heart, but she needed his comfort as well. For this was Noah. Her friend.
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Big OOF
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Hannah couldn’t quite tell if he was fighting a smile or a headache. Perhaps it was both. He then took a small raisin tart and shoved the entirety of it into his mouth.
Abby Wall
Honestly, same.
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She looked like a helpless baby bird, and with her not having much sugar, I just assumed she was too weak to feed herself.”
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The sass.
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“My parents and the Lewistons expect me to be with Margaret, and she won’t leave my side. Yet, this whole evening, all I desired was to be with you. I wanted to dance with you, and I couldn’t do that. You wouldn’t even speak to me! It was the most acute torture watching men be flaunted in front of you—to watch their hungry glances trace your form, their minds filled with plans that I shudder to know. Their pocketbooks greedy for the funds you represent. It made me sick, and I could hardly stand it!”
Abby Wall
The ANGST