So, I can still remember stumbling on 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid' all ignorant one afternoon as a teen. It was a surreal experience as I sat there trying to work out just when this movie was supposed to be set in time. I inspected the evidence: 1960's hair and makeup VS vaguely historica...
His arms locked around her, and her hands went around his neck. His pulse thundered in his ears, the sudden rush of blood making him dizzy. His cheek was hot and raw where her buttons had scraped it. Her breath came and went in heaving, whimpering gasps. Was she shaking, or was he? Or was it only...
Too young and ramshackle to be the Earl and Countess of Bedlow. He felt as if what they had been doing was branded across their faces. He remembered what his mother had said when they were merely kissing in the breakfast room. He straightened. She wasn’t going to say anything to Penelope. Not now...