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Chapters (33)
  1. Acknowledgements
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Epilogue
  33. About the Author

What an odd night it had been! Her skin flushed just thinking about it, but she told herself the hot water had something to do with it. They had kissed for an incredibly long time, longer than she thought was even possible, and he had touched her in places she had never thought anyone would touch. Her feelings about this new activity were rather mixed. Many of the things her new husband had done with her—and to her—body had been pleasurable, but it had all been so new, and so very surprising, that she spent half the time overcoming her shock. Just as she got over the newness of a sensation enough to enjoy it, he was shocking her with something even more intimate.

The feel of him on top of her had been indescribable and she felt both profoundly close to him and a little bit scandalized. She told herself this was nothing to be concerned with. After all, a lifetime of modesty was not done away with in a moment.

She wondered if she would have felt differently about it all if she loved him as she had always hoped to love her husband and, as she was realizing, he deserved to be loved. Would she have leapt into his arms as soon as he entered her chambers? Would her shock have been replaced with excitement? Would she have relished every moment in his arms, without worry or confusion? She could not know, of course, but for the first time since her engagement began six weeks ago, she wished she did love him.

Not in the general “I want to marry a man I love” way, but in an “I wish I loved this man” way. Perhaps I will grow to love him, she thought. It is possible, surely. I already like him significantly more than I used to.

Afterward, they had eaten some fruit and cold meat laid out in the sitting room. He had then accompanied her to her bed. She was unsure if he was going to sleep with her or if he wished to lie together again. In the end, he had climbed into the bed, cuddled her close and stroked her hair, and fallen asleep rather quickly. Elizabeth had lain awake, wondering if she would even be able to sleep with this man in her bed, clinging to her so. She eventually fell asleep with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around her.