She held my gloved hand in hers whenever the carriage went over a bump and she fed me little bites of treacle from her traveling bag and she dozed against me with her mess of curls tickling my cheeks. She thought up word games to keep us diverted, and woke me every evening with a little kiss in the corner of my mouth. I fell in love with her quickly, even as my head railed against the stupid machinations of my heart.
See, this is better—having her become fond over time and with casual affection.
Earlier, Constanta claiming instant feelings was stupid.
