An Offer From a Gentleman (Bridgertons, #3)

by Julia Quinn

“What do you see?” he asked. Sophie stumbled, but she never took her eyes off his. “My soul,” she whispered. “I see my very soul.”

His eyes flared, and then he went to work on her glove, loosening it at the fingers the same way she had done. But then, rather than pulling it off, he brought his lips to the edge of the long glove, all the way above her elbow, and kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her arm. “Also softer than silk,” he murmured.

NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND IM CRYING

“I want—” His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes looked vaguely surprised, as if he couldn’t quite believe the truth of his own words. “I want your future. I want every little piece of you.”

crying crying crying

“No,” Violet admitted, “but she would. Whereas I—” Benedict bit back a smile as his mother pointed to herself with great flourish. “I would allow my children to marry paupers if it would bring them happiness.”

OH VIOLET YOURE JUST ALWAYS RIGHT

He made a point of fawning over the chubby one, if only because her mother so obviously preferred the other. Mothers like that, he decided, didn’t deserve to be mothers.

Clock her benedict

Sons of viscounts did not marry baseborn nobodies. Not even in romantic novels.

Youd be surprised

but as he watched her face, her cheeks turning delightfully pink, her eyes cast down to her lap, the strangest thing happened. He realized he wanted her. He really, really wanted her.

GGRGRGGRGEGEGEGE

“I think I have to kiss you,” he said, looking as if he couldn’t quite believe his own words. “It’s rather like breathing. One doesn’t have much choice in the matter.”

“Be mine,” he said, his voice thick and urgent. “Be mine right now. Be mine forever. I’ll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you.”

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, 9 May 1817

“Let me be your anchor.”

“I can live with you hating me,” he said to the closed door. “I just can’t live without you.”

“I burn for you,” he said, his lips touching her ear. “Every night, I lie in bed, thinking of you, wondering why the hell you’re here with my mother, of all people, and not with me.”

He loved her. He didn’t know how it had happened, only that it was true.

It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn’t even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there. If that wasn’t love, he didn’t know what was.

“At any rate,” Colin was still grumbling, “I am not going to marry soon, and I am certainly not going to marry Penelope Featherington!”

famous last words

“You will never see another invitation again in this town,” Lady Bridgerton said to Araminta. “I am a countess!” Araminta hissed. “And I am more popular,”

CLOCK HER

“You are the reason I exist,” she said softly, “the very reason I was born.”

He loved her. Suddenly the world was a very simple place. He loved her, and that was all that mattered.