“One more thing. I want you to kiss me.” She was mortified by the way she’d blurted it out, but it was done—and now she must not back down. If she ceded to him on this, she would never regain what little ground she held. “Have you been paying attention? I only just now stipulated there would be no kissing.” “You said kissing in bed,” she pointed out. “This isn’t bed. I promise, I’ll only ask the once.” He passed a hand over his face. “Dinner. Kisses. This is what I get for wedding a vicar’s daughter from the country. Girlish notions about romance.” “Believe me, being a vicar’s daughter from
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