" What shall we say when people ask us how we met?”
The corners of her mouth twitched. “We’ll say I was in my nightrail, brushing my hair in peaceful solitude, when you climbed up to my balcony and—”
“Do you even have a balcony?”
She pursed her lips. “You’re not invited upon it, regardless.”
He gave her a slow, naughty smile. “No one’s ever *invited* to scale a balcony. "
― Erica Ridley , The Earl's Defiant Wallflower (The Dukes of War #2)