She knew the dreams of a future with the Earl of Charfield would only end up shattered the same as so many others had. Yet every time he kissed her she lost all sense of what was real and what was fantasy.Somehow he made kissing him in a moving carriage the most remarkable experience ever.He braced his elbows on either side of her and cradled her head in the palms of his hands. Then moved his mouth over hers.She couldn’t get enough of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then opened her mouth beneath his to allow him to kiss her more deeply.She wasn’t sure why she thought it was important to remember every sensation she felt when kissing him, wasn’t sure why she thought it was important to memorize the feel of his touch. Perhaps because she knew she’d never experience such wonder again. Perhaps because she knew when he left their paths would never cross again. Perhaps because her mind knew for a fact what her heart refused to accept.“Does this give you an idea of how fond I am of you?”She didn’t answer him.
