"It's not the same," Emrys bit back, although it felt needless to say it aloud. She must have known that there was no comparison between her and Clarissa Cosgrove, and she was only needling him about it in order to provoke him. He hadn't so much as kissed Miss Cosgrove, so while he thought her pretty enough for his purposes he was hardly passionate about her. He hadn't sent her expensive jewelry whose color made her eyes light up like stars.
"You're not this naive," he argued (perhaps again an unwise choice of conversational tactic, but he was too frustrated by her verbal assault to restrain himself). "You've been in society long enough to know marriage seldom means anything else except marriage. So I don't understand what you're trying to get from me." If she was planning to poke him until some declaration of love tumbled out, either for her or for Clarissa Cosgrove, she'd miscalculated.
"You're not this naive," he argued (perhaps again an unwise choice of conversational tactic, but he was too frustrated by her verbal assault to restrain himself). "You've been in society long enough to know marriage seldom means anything else except marriage. So I don't understand what you're trying to get from me." If she was planning to poke him until some declaration of love tumbled out, either for her or for Clarissa Cosgrove, she'd miscalculated.
Lou made this! <3