While he understood the truth behind her words, it was painful to watch her struggle through her own insecurities to express the sentiment. He wasn't entirely sure that he'd been correct in his last assumption, that her question had more to do with the potential for other lovers than with the act itself, but only because he wasn't sure how to square her point about the differences between men and women in that framework. Gentlemen weren't really supposed to have a long list of lovers, either, though it was certainly more acceptable in society to be a rake than to be a harlot. Still, she couldn't have been suggesting that she wasn't bothered by the idea that he had other lovers. She looked far too uncomfortable for him to believe that, and he remembered how painfully awkward their conversation had been when she interrupted him.
"You're meant to be here in my arms," he said, reaching out to wrap his arms around her shoulders and pulling her up against his chest before she could protest. He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "As long as you stay here, you can desire whatever you like, so far as I'm concerned."
"You're meant to be here in my arms," he said, reaching out to wrap his arms around her shoulders and pulling her up against his chest before she could protest. He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "As long as you stay here, you can desire whatever you like, so far as I'm concerned."
Lou made this! <3