Arthur was part of the way through chiding himself when she kissed him and all thoughts went right out of his head.

If he had expected anything - which he hadn't, he hadn't thought of anything past actually kissing her - he sure as hell had not expected this.

He pressed his lips against hers and reached up one gloved hand to touch her cheek - they were kissing, she had kissed him, and some distant part of him reflected that they were very luck that sleighs were relatively private because if this had been any more public it would have been in the papers by the end of the week.

They really probably should not have been kissing in public.

Arthur really, really didn't care. His first priority was her and that was occupying all of his attention at the moment - he was too shocked to worry, too delighted and too Arthur Pettigrew to be distracted by public decency.

When he broke off this time he grinned at her because he could not help himself.

"So," Arthur said, moving his hand away, "I suppose that this would probably be an opportune moment to tell you that I fancy you."

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