Where the Spirit Meets the Bones
“We should speak to her individually. She might give her blessing then, but she might need time…”
“Yes,” Anthony mutters, his breath tickling her lips. “You are right, of course.” He pauses and she can hear his breathing turn ragged to match her own. “I don’t know how much longer I can—“ his gaze flicks down to her breasts and she fears she might break, might fall into his arms and beg him to take her right there on the grass.
If those unbearable gossips want a scandal, she and Anthony will give them a good one.