*Seraphine*
I’ve never done such shoddy stitching before, but my fingers are shaking. I am tempted to force that bright smile, but I don’t want to have any discomfort mar my memory of his kiss. When he says he won’t be gentle, I don’t think he will be rough or brutish but instead will pour all his passion into it. It won’t be like sailing through the clouds in my balloon. It will be like striving to survive the storm. Frightening. Exhilarating. Unforgettable.
I shouldn’t have been trying to tempt him. He is dangerous. He makes me long for things I’ve never had. He makes me long for things I will never have. A man who loves me, a man who will marry me.
I had known when I accepted Pinnie’s offer what I was giving up. But at the time it hadn’t seemed at all like a sacrifice. My father had
