Against his better judgment, Simon allowed himself one last thrust, burying himself to the hilt, savoring the sweet warmth of her body.
He’s right. I thrive on owning people’s secrets. Makes me feel superior to know I have them, even if no one else knows.Whatever, I say. I make no promises.
We come to a junction in the path, and Kit chooses left. I always go right. It feels weird that he didn’t ask me which way to go, or that he just chose so decisively. Neil would have fumbled over that one.She was my high school sweetheart. We were beautifully cliché. Even down to the part where she cheated on me with one of my friends.I mean, I know it was a mistake, and we’d only been with each other, so I get it. Still hurts though. I was looking for a reason to run away after that. So, I packed up and moved here.
I hesitate. So, you love Della, but you’re still not over your ex?Something like that, he says. Just taking it slower this time. I was in a relationship for five years.
Don’t do that, he says, looking at me.
Be all formal and weird. Just say what you’re thinking.Much to Anthony's surprise, Simon had refused to accept even a penny as dowry. Finally, the two men had decided that Anthony would put the money his father had put aside for Daphne's marriage in a separate estate with himself as the trustee. It would be hers to spend or save as she liked.
You can pass it along to your children, Anthony suggested.Daphne only smiled. It was either that or cry.
A few days after that, Simon called upon Bridgerton House in the afternoon. It was two days before the wedding.Daphne waited in the drawing room after Humboldt announced his arrival. She sat primly on the edge of the damask sofa, her back straight and her hands clasped together in her lap. She looked, she was sure, the very model of genteel English womanhood.