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Benedict drew her into his arive me I never meant to cause you distress I’m a hypocrite who cannot follow his own blasted advice”
She sobbed, sobbed alht she’d lost Benedict forever But the pain in her chest was nowhere near as intense Nothing would ever ony she’d experienced that day
“You spoke the truth,” she mumbled somewhere into his cravat “And I would rather hear your honest opinion than hear lies”
“The ridiculous thing is I no longer care what happened in the past” Muscular arms enveloped her in a warm cocoon “For years, I continued our bitter ords when I could have defused the situation, helped to caled emotions”
Cassandra looked up at hi you I only agreed to marry Lord Murray because I hoped to escape my father’s clutches” Even then, she was preoccupied with trying to please the heartless earl “But I could never have loved Murray, not the way I love you”
He brushed away the tendrils of hair stuck to her wet cheeks “I know I feel the depth of your love in every kiss When I enter your body, you hold o”
“I never want to be without you again All this trauhtened of what they will reveal I’e between us God, Benedict, I’ to find this has all been a twisted dreaht everything”
He cupped her cheeks, wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs “Never, not when you rejected my suit, not when you hurled your abuse, did I despise you” He bent his head and kissed herwill te in my chest I love you more now than I ever have Let us return ho you just how much”
A joyous euphoria flooded her body “You still love e of emotion left her unsteady on her feet
A smile touched his delectable lips “I’ in the street”
She sed down tears of happiness “We never had a chance to waltz at your father’s ball Perhaps you ht like to dance with me now”
Benedict scanned their surroundings “You wish to waltz here?”
Costerhfare A coach passed by, the roof laden with luggage Two gentlemen stumbled out of Boodle’s Gentlemen’s Club, hats askew, and couldn’t decide which way to walk home
“I want to dance with my husband When I’m with you, no one else exists”
And so that’s what they did They danced the waltz on St Jahed so hard they mistimed their steps, stopped only to steal a quick kiss But kissing Benedict always fired lust in her veins, and so they raced home, desperate to find all the possible ways to express their devotion