Good. Lady Danbury gave her an uncharacteristically grandmotherly smile, then glanced up at the clock on the mantel. We’ve time for another chapter, I think.
And he was disgusted with himself. With his behavior, with what he became in the baron’s presence.Abruptly, he let go, backing up as he watched the baron catch his breath.
Gareth’s own breathing wasn’t so steady, either.He should go. He needed to get out, away, be anywhere but here.You’ll never have her, you know, came his father’s mocking voice.
Gareth had taken a step toward the door. He hadn’t even realized he’d moved until the baron’s words caused him to freeze.Miss Bridgerton, his father clarified.
I don’t want Miss Bridgerton, Gareth said carefully.
This made the baron laugh. Of course you do. She is everything you’re not. Everything you could never hope to be.Anything for you, perhaps, or maybe, Every woman deserves at least one kiss. But as he closed the bare distance between them, he realized that there were no words that could capture the intensity of the moment No words for the passion. No words for the need.
No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.
And it was glorious.His lips touched hers softly at first, not because he was trying to be gentle, although if he'd had the presence of mind to think about such things, it probably would have occurred to him that this was her first kiss, and it ought to be reverent and beautiful and all the things a girl dreams about as she's lying in bed at night.