Hyacinth was starting to get nervous. When she left her house in the mornings, Lawrence was there waiting for her. He sat with her at the library all day, making his presence known, and most evenings he invited her out to supper. She had never been pursued by such an attentive man before. The word "stalker" had come to her mind more than once, but he didn't frighten her, really. He just overwhelmed her with his presence at times. They had gone to dinner and attended a play in the week since their first outing together. He had been a perfect gentleman the entire time, of course, and she had no complaints there. It was her morning to stay in, and she could see him standing across the street, waiting to accompany her to the library. In the rain. She thought briefly about running out to tell him she'd be staying in, but she hadn't asked him to wait out there for her anyway. Crazed man. Hyacinth descended the stairs slowly, thinking about the scene she'd be writing later that day. It was time for her heroine, Ambrosia, to receive her first kiss. Of course, Hyacinth had never been kissed herself, so she couldn't help but worry she couldn't do the scene justice. Perhaps she should kiss Lawrence -- for research purposes, of course. Why else would she ever kiss the man? It wasn't like he had full kissable lips or anything. And his shoulders just looked broad under his jacket. Surely he wasn't as attractive as her mind was making him out to be?
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