oo many words
the ballroom, searching for a moment of soli
d up, and she turned, and c
ing her by the waist, his grip firm
that one passionate night that they spent in h
his expensive cologne, the faint delicious smell of alcohol on his
t. She was feeling things she neve
er. He remembered how she had felt his arms. Her tempti
e, the best nig
ing unspoken crackled betwee
ell of the moment, then she pressed her palms against his chest and took a st
" Her voice
nds fell from around her. "You
ow. "Did you expe
at his lips. "No. I think yo
, but instead, she took a glass of wine from a passing server,
retorted, although her gaze
yes darken
e could not take his eyes off her. When he saw her again, he thought that the rush of emoti
all matter. He was intrigued with her bea
gony that he had put her through. That handsome an
the man that was their father. She wondered what he wo
nor would she go back on her decision. Her children would never know that he was their fathe
htened, thick with too m
and looked down at her legs that we
sure loved
kle? They seem
re returning to Edward's face that wa
t were painted the same colour of her dress, to her smooth, and ton
ack to Sarah's face, who now had an
er,Mr Huxley. Thank you for
his pockets. "About your pl
that might have anything to do with
not betraying the displea
tretched between them, this tim
tinuing toward the balcony, but suddenly paused halfway and turned back to him. "I
around, and disappe
d, and eyes blazing. He had been t
like she was the on
turned back bo
rner of the room she had retreated to, her fing
she was burning with rage as she watched
mbush in her favor, but Edward had looked at
on
th was that he had never been. He had only tolerated her in the be
at angrily watching her much hated s
that she was a different person, she had not wholl
more dangerous-and too much
ther, watching Sarah leave the
murmured, taking a sip of her wine. "Sarah isn't the same lit
into her palm. "Oh,
who was standing at the balcony
ve a