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Well, she’d started yearning for him as a girl, but she couldn’t afford to take the practice up again now.
ugh I love a childhood crush
She’d just let slip the opportunity—the one single chance she’d ever have—to share a kiss, and most likely a bed, with the man she’d wanted since she’d scarcely understood what wanting meant. Not only that, but she’d given him the wrong impression with her refusal. Now he thought she found him unattractive and unkissable, when nothing could be further from the truth.
“Don’t worry, Merry Lane, I heard you. I know you said you can’t marry me. But I also know you will. Just not quite yet.”
screaming
“Are they brothers or cousins?” he asked, tilting his head to indicate the bull-headed, beak-nosed pair. “Yes.” At his obvious confusion, she explained, “Their mother took up with a pair of brothers. No one was ever able to sort out who belonged to whom. But yes, they’re brothers or cousins.”
LMAO
“Oh, Rhys.” She buried her face in her hands for a moment, then removed them and decided to just be honest. “I asked you to put on a shirt because you’re the most distractingly attractive man I’ve ever seen, and I could barely speak two words of sense for the sight of you. I don’t find anything about you repulsive.”
it be like that
“Meredith. You’re my future wife. When I make love to you for the first time, it is damn well going to mean something. To me, at least.”
i -
He reached for her hand. “It’s the same with us. I mean to build something with you. Something that will last. Much as I want you, I don’t want to rush and bollocks it up. We’re meant to be together, and—” “Rhys …” “And I know you don’t believe that yet.” He squeezed her hand. “It’s all right. I’ll keep building—stone by stone, plank by plank, kiss by kiss—until you do. And yes, I’ll wake up stiff and aching for you each morning. But it’s worth it.” He reached out and tilted her face to his. “You’re worth it.” Her eyes went wide. “You’re unbelievable.” He stood and reached for his waistcoat.
...more
i am done for
La!” exclaimed Cora, watching from a few paces away. “This is so romantic!”
I am Cora
And then one night he’d come in late, well after dark, plainly exhausted from a long day of labor. He’d grasped her by the shoulders and pressed a warm, firm kiss to her forehead. “Sorry,” he’d said. “That’s all I have today.” That kiss had been her favorite gift of all.
Her voice shook. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember, ever since I was a girl. I loved you all those years you were away. I read every page of every newspaper I could find, scouring the print for word of you. I dreamed of you at night. I went to bed with other men, wishing they were you. And I will likely love you until the day I die, because if I could have stopped loving you, I would have found a way to do so by now.” She inhaled deeply, then released the breath in a rush. “There. I love you.”
“You’re so damned lovely.” His voice was a broken whisper, hoarse with yearning. “So beautiful.” Flexing his thigh, he slid deep, nudging her womb. “I should have known better than to dream you belonged to me.”
“What do you do with your time?” Bellamy asked contemptuously. “Much the same as you, my friend. Spend money, when I have it. Perfect the art of leisure. Work at being very good at being good-for-nothing.”
same
“I’m not the only one. They’re already starting another betting pool in the courtyard. Skinner’s taking wagers as to when Lord Ashworth will return.” “Band of fools,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Bloody ingrates. After the way this village treated him, why would he ever want to come back?” “For you, Merry. Everyone knows he’ll come back for you.” His eyes warmed and crinkled at the edges. “And my money’s on tomorrow.”
amazing
