Kissed At Midnight
“He was in his bed. It was certainly night time. Elsie wasn’t crying. So what had awoken him? He rolled and closed his eyes, feeling sleep creep up his body and begin to consume him. His heart thudded as a shuffle sounded outside his door. A thief? Miss Davis... no, Ivy? Why would she be outside his door?
He got swiftly to his feet and part of him hoped it was someone breaking in. He wasn’t sure how much more of Miss Ivy Davis he could take. Safe to say, joining her for a walk had been a terrible idea. He’d felt strange at the idea of knowing so little about her—that had been his reasoning at least—but deep down, he knew the truth. He had simply wanted an excuse to be near her, to breathe in her scent and to watch those myriad expressions flutter across her face.
He’d never met a woman so animated, so open. While at times she made him feel ancient and jaded, at other times, he felt her youthful vibrancy fed and revived him. Quite a feat seeing as they had spent no more than a few hours... in each other’s company since her arrival.MoreLess
He got swiftly to his feet and part of him hoped it was someone breaking in. He wasn’t sure how much more of Miss Ivy Davis he could take. Safe to say, joining her for a walk had been a terrible idea. He’d felt strange at the idea of knowing so little about her—that had been his reasoning at least—but deep down, he knew the truth. He had simply wanted an excuse to be near her, to breathe in her scent and to watch those myriad expressions flutter across her face.
He’d never met a woman so animated, so open. While at times she made him feel ancient and jaded, at other times, he felt her youthful vibrancy fed and revived him. Quite a feat seeing as they had spent no more than a few hours... in each other’s company since her arrival.MoreLess
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