" The warm sun caught in the green of the leaves overhead, setting dappled shadow to dance across her face as Pembroke held her in his arms. He waltzed with her over the uneven ground as if tree roots and broken leaves did not exist, as if they were alone in a world of their own making.

He stopped suddenly but did not let her go. He held her close so that she could feel the heat of his body against hers and the beat of his heart.

"I had better stop," he said. "There are no Almack's ladies to keep me on my best behavior here."

"I find I like your roguish ways, Raymond. Feel free to practice them on me anytime you wish. "

― Christy English , Love on a Midsummer Night (Shakespeare in Love, #2)