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" He watched her for a long time. An eternity. Seconds stretched between them like miles. And then, just when she thought it was all over, he said, quiet and certain, "Here is something true, Felicity Faircloth, wallflower, lockpick, and wonder: there isn't a single thing about you that is flawed. "
― Sarah MacLean , Wicked and the Wallflower (The Bareknuckle Bastards, #1)
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" Shall we go inside? I have barely slept in my bed for the memory of you upon it.”
She pulled back and met his eyes, unable to keep surprise and delight from her tone. “Really?”
He gave her a little smile. “Really. Your hands on my counterpane, your pretty pink slippers dangling from your toes. I imagine-...“I imagine coming to my knees there, at your feet, removing those slippers and exploring my way up your body.” His hand traced the line of her leg beneath her skirts. “I am tired of imagining what is under these pink gowns, my lady. And when I lie in bed and chase sleep, Iimagine stripping you of your clothes and basking in you, soft and curved and silk and perfection."
She let out a long, trembling breath. “I want that.” “I shall give it to you, my wicked flame. I shall give you whatever you wish. "
― Sarah MacLean , Wicked and the Wallflower (The Bareknuckle Bastards, #1)