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" I would die again for you, Lucinda," he murmured.
"I don't want you to die for me. I want you to live." Pulling his face down, she kissed him. Again and again, until he kissed her back with growing passion and until his body stopped shuddering. "I love you," she whispered against his mouth, knowing he wouldn't—couldn't—say it, himself.
And then he surprised her.
"I love you, Lucinda," he whispered back. "I wish I could be what you want.”
“She lifted her head to look him in his deep blue eyes. "You are what I want, Robert. Even before I knew. "
― , England's Perfect Hero (Lessons in Love, #3)
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" On nights like this, when he rode out from the dark, silent house to the dark, deserted park, he could
forget.
He could be nothing but a solitary rider on a fast horse, wind in his face and the world open around him.
No walls, no bars, no quiet weeping or screams or death. None of that could catch him. On a night like
this, none of it could find him. "
― , England's Perfect Hero (Lessons in Love, #3)