most impressive notion of my existence. I didn’t know what life was before you, and I reckon we’re just getting started.” Taking his hand from her shoulder, Jane presses a kiss to his inner wrist, wrapping his arm around her neck.
As much as she wanted to stay riled up, festering the already squandered anger that boiled in her chest, Jane felt her shoulders sag, like a weight had been lifted. She’s gone through life thinking she was unworthy of being loved, only to be reduced to a man’s property, not»
When she sours, he realizes he's overstepped and he follows her to her vanity as he listens. He comes up behind her and rests his hands on her hips while she speaks.
"I know you aren't, but I didn't know it then. I was also trying to run away from my own feelings...from >
comfort I know. It’s why I took to our arrangement so easily because I knew what to expect. What I didn’t see coming was you. You were the uncontrolled variable and I didn’t know what to do with that.
It’s been a gamble ever since I met you. And meeting you has been the single»
would I think differently? Glances or not,” She pauses, voice thick with emotion. “a part of me didn’t think it was real. I had shadows towering over me telling me it wasn’t.”
Jane’s expression was matched with her own trademark, if still in development, conveying the exclusive “I won’t be having any of it, you insufferable ninny”. Though, it held no real bite. Her mouth curled into a sly grin, holding up her left ring finger. It glinted in the dim»
He kisses her finger before she moves it and then, when he feels her mouth on his, his kisses back before he pulls away, eyes shining with equal parts love and mirth. She was right, as always.
"My apologies, Jane Dudley then. Has a rather lovely ring to it."
The words are >
deal with those pent up emotions but a part of her suspected he already knew. After all, they’ve had many open conversations since their first consummation.
“I didn’t think someone like you would take notice of me. My entire life, I’ve been led to believe I didn’t matter. Why»
“Dudley. It’s Jane Dudley.” She whispers, touching a finger to his lips before lowering her lips to his, bracing him with a kiss.
And if it weren’t enough, he accuses her of running away from her feelings? She did no such thing! She simply 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 having to confront her»
He smiles at her answer, before it spreads into a shit-eating grin. He knew his wife well enough now to know when she was cooking up bullshit, and said so as he approached, fingers brushing her cheek.
"Bullshit, Jane Grey. We both know you can't resist me anymore...especially >
feelings and try to make sense of them. After all, she was under the impression that he was put off by her. Their game of cat-and-mouse was every bit fun but you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Did she not deliver?
“You’re one to talk. You»