“one could say so.” he tilted his head slightly, well aware of her endless curiosity. answering her questions was not always a simple matter, but avoiding them proved to be far more difficult.
“ah, so that is why.” she nodded her head but questioned one thing she really wanted to know.
“brother, does it the same to you all... gentlemen? Do you gentlemen need to learn etiquette and decorum too growing up?”
“at this very moment, i am thinking many things.” he breathed softly against her lips, utterly captivated by the sort of spell she seemed to cast over him——his hands held her with a gentle certainty against his own body.
“ but you thought it. ” she is quick to point out, keeping her own tone low, barely above a whisper. Noting the way his hands stroked her sides and the little distance between them, her heart thump fast in his chest, her smirking lips trembling a bit.
“ but you enjoy it, My +
and though he returned her kiss, the smile that found its way between them was inevitable.
“hm… ” the quiet complaint that followed was almost childish in its sincerity.
a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. he shook his head gently, exhaling as though releasing some of the weight that had been pressing upon him, if only for a moment——
a small smile returns as a cordial response to his, although brief by his nature. “ they ask for your appearance, lord bridgerton, at the club … rather frequently, i may add. ”
and if you wish to hate me for it, then so be it. one day, when i am no longer here, perhaps you will find the understanding you seek.”
a brief pause followed.
“you may leave.”
he was perfectly aware of his own inclination towards stubbornness, of the way he so often found himself clashing with her, as though he could never quite reach anything beyond the surface.
the words settle between them with a finality that stills her more effectively than any reprimand might have done.
gaze remains fixed upon his ,waiting for something further——some qualification ,perhaps ,that might make what he has said ⤸
so much of what surrounds you.”
he exhaled softly through his nose, just enough to steady the bitterness gathering in his chest. “you are far too intelligent not to understand that growing older is not the same as growing wiser.
hearing such a favourable remark was enough to bring a small smile to his lips.
“i suppose you have simply not had the pleasure of meeting the right people yet, my lady.”
for a brief moment——only one; he felt himself subtly tense at her words. his family’s reputation and good name were matters he held in the highest regard, naturally, and
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The infanta slipped her arm through the Viscount's, a soft hum filling the air around the pair.
"People sing your family's praises. A rarity, no? I find the English more likely to withhold their praise than to voice it."
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“it is important that you are prepared.” he spoke simply, leaning against the edge of the desk. “even if the moment has not yet arrived, it is only proper that you learn everything you possibly can.”
“what did i practice? um- dance, brother. miss ortiz said i need to learn a waltz. but why? i even haven’t ready for a debut yet.”
she asked her brother that question.