Nim-. Nimiane’s heart leaped at the sound of her Christian name once again crossing her lips. But too soon Mr. Delaney caught himself in the impropriety of such an action. There was no ignoring the disappointment it caused, the small frown that edged at the corners of her lips no matter how impassive she tried to look.
Those three days. So short and yet so much had happened. Nothing improper of course. But enough that Nimiane’s next three months had been affected. That she was fairly certain she would always be affected. She said nothing, allowing him to say his piece.
Mr. Delaney in her mind had acted quite contrary to the picture he painted of those three days. Nimiane would have willingly gone farther, she had faced that fact during those days. But he had gone out of his way to insure that no gossip and nothing truly untoward had happened. Sure, they had shared more unchaperoned moments than likely was appropriate, however, she was of an age where it truly didn’t matter. They’d shared passionate kisses, but nothing truly damaging, unless she faced the damage of her heart.
Cross from her he dropped his eyes down to his lap. Nimiane couldn’t help but trace his profile with her own blue eyes, trying to capture and remember everything of him. Surely this would be the last time she’d see him. His words only enforced her suspicions.
“Rest assured, Mr. Delaney, there shall be no lasting harm.” Nimiane’s tight smile seemed to belie the truth though. Her heartache would continue but no physical harm had been done. She let the silence lay for a moment. But as this was her last chance to see him, she could hardly contain all her thoughts on the subject. “On the contrary, I believe you were quite the gentleman during those three days. You forced me into nothing I did not willing enter into myself.” Potion induced or not, she would still cherish those days. It was a startling revelation to the woman who had spent so much of the last few months trying to forget the days they had shared. “Indeed, you brought more kindness into my life then I’ve seen in years.” She said gently, a small true smile on her lips. If only to assure him that he was not to blame for what had happened. Despite any harm that might still last from it.
Those three days. So short and yet so much had happened. Nothing improper of course. But enough that Nimiane’s next three months had been affected. That she was fairly certain she would always be affected. She said nothing, allowing him to say his piece.
Mr. Delaney in her mind had acted quite contrary to the picture he painted of those three days. Nimiane would have willingly gone farther, she had faced that fact during those days. But he had gone out of his way to insure that no gossip and nothing truly untoward had happened. Sure, they had shared more unchaperoned moments than likely was appropriate, however, she was of an age where it truly didn’t matter. They’d shared passionate kisses, but nothing truly damaging, unless she faced the damage of her heart.
Cross from her he dropped his eyes down to his lap. Nimiane couldn’t help but trace his profile with her own blue eyes, trying to capture and remember everything of him. Surely this would be the last time she’d see him. His words only enforced her suspicions.
“Rest assured, Mr. Delaney, there shall be no lasting harm.” Nimiane’s tight smile seemed to belie the truth though. Her heartache would continue but no physical harm had been done. She let the silence lay for a moment. But as this was her last chance to see him, she could hardly contain all her thoughts on the subject. “On the contrary, I believe you were quite the gentleman during those three days. You forced me into nothing I did not willing enter into myself.” Potion induced or not, she would still cherish those days. It was a startling revelation to the woman who had spent so much of the last few months trying to forget the days they had shared. “Indeed, you brought more kindness into my life then I’ve seen in years.” She said gently, a small true smile on her lips. If only to assure him that he was not to blame for what had happened. Despite any harm that might still last from it.