We had sex, okay? I whisper. It felt like a lot more than just sex, but I don’t know how to put into words what I experienced last Saturday night. Or again today while at the model home. I’m learning so many things about myself, about sex. Sex itself is nice, but couple it with a powerful connection, and several intense orgasms, and it becomes life changing.
You should, he said quietly. You’re a lovely dancer.Her lips parted in surprise.
Yes, Lady Sarah, he said, that was a compliment.I hardly know what to do with it.I’d recommend accepting it gracefully.
And do you base this upon personal experience?Certainly not. I almost never accept compliments with grace.
She looked up at him, expecting to see a sly look, maybe even a mischievous one, but his face remained as impassive as ever. He wasn’t even looking at her.
You’re a very odd man, Lord Hugh Prentice, she said quietly.I don’t know, Sarah replied.
—kill him, I know, but—Dogs? Hugh cut in. Because really, it had to be asked.
The two Pleinsworth sisters looked at him as if they’d quite forgotten he was there.My father, Sarah said, delicately picking her way across her words, is rather fond of his hounds.