He smiles until both dimples flash. “I should like to commit mischief with you. I have a feeling you’d be very effective at it.” 343 “Well, it is my eighth fault.” “Nonsense.” He shakes his head, his hands cradling my face. “To me, you are faultless.” I tilt forward on my toes, as his lips part and his breath draws, about to speak, and I kiss him.
