Valencia was halfway through forming an argument to defend her choice of France (she hadn't seen all of the country after all) when she felt his grip on her arm. Neither of her chaperones would be pleased with this turn of events, but who knew when they would have this opportunity again? Their wedding was weeks away (it might as well be a century at this point) and her family most certainly wouldn't permit an escape down the hill again after today.
She leaned into the kiss, her hands rising automatically to cup his face gently. There were cautious warnings echoing from up the hill, but they all fell on deaf ears even as she withdrew long enough to say, "I love you, Don Juan."
She leaned into the kiss, her hands rising automatically to cup his face gently. There were cautious warnings echoing from up the hill, but they all fell on deaf ears even as she withdrew long enough to say, "I love you, Don Juan."