He wasn't sure what had happened in the last forty-eight hours, that would prompt her to question whether or not she was welcome. British society was stuffy, sure, but surely she didn't think he was prepared to toss her from his room. "If you would have left me back there I'd be dead," he said quietly, appreciatively. "I'm not about to turn you out, if that's what you mean to ask."
His hand fell from her face and immediately found its spot back in his blankets. Never again would he take for granted a normal body temperature and a toasty warm fire. Never again. "What questions do you have?" he responded, shifting in his bed to find a more comfortable spot.
His hand fell from her face and immediately found its spot back in his blankets. Never again would he take for granted a normal body temperature and a toasty warm fire. Never again. "What questions do you have?" he responded, shifting in his bed to find a more comfortable spot.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —