Chapter Eighteen
Elizabeth had coloured a beautiful shade of pink on and off at the breakfast table this morning. He’d caught glimpses from her, and just to be mischievous, he’d held her gaze to smile at her, just to see her face flushing again.
She was stunning, her auburn curls matching beautifully with the dusky shade of her cheeks. Her eyes glowed, and her soft mouth curved into a sublime smile. If Madeline hadn’t called out last night, he would have kissed her all night long. There was no doubt where last night would have led. A kiss hadn’t been nearly enough. He wanted more.
He was being greedy, but he didn’t care. She intrigued him, mind, body and soul. Life had blossomed, full of possibility, full of colour and happiness. He hadn’t noticed how grey and dull it had become. Not un
