It Takes Two to Tumble (Seducing the Sedgwicks, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

He laced his fingers into Sedgwick’s and was startled to find that it felt right, as if he had always wanted to hold hands with a madcap vicar at his dining table, and only realized it now.

He didn’t even stop himself from thinking about the man, the taut muscles of his arms and the habit he had of biting back a smile as if smiles cost extra and he was saving up for an especially big one.

How lovely is this analogy; going through life feeling sad and with no love, 'saving' for a big smile.

Their lips met with more urgency than finesse, and Phillip didn’t care because he had gone too many years with too few kisses, and he had gone his whole life without Ben, and now he had kisses and Ben and he had never felt better.

They were lively and charming and he had said he would invite them for dinner. Well, he could send a footman to the village with a request for their company tonight.

There is something very wholesome and simple about the way people did things back then. What do you do when it's the 1800s and you want to invite people over? You send a footman to request for their company, obviously.

“I’m miserable now.” “Yes, well, it’s my understanding that this is the general course for affairs of the heart. Not my field of expertise, but one does hear reports.”

As if the Britishness of it all wasn't oo much and so, so spot on, the structure of sentences like this one, is just chef's kiss.