“Are you going to the Rymans’ ball tonight?” he asked, his voice almost a groan as he kissed her neck once more.
“Yes.”
“I’ll find you.” The words were a promise as he reluctantly released her, as was apparent by the expression in his eyes as she turned to meet his gaze.
“I’ll be waiting,” she replied, giving herself over to the truth of it; she would be waiting, she would be wanting, and she would be a very willing participant.
“Until this evening.” He lifted her hand and kissed it, then stepped back, as if needing the distance to simply allow her to leave.
She felt the space between them immediately, like a chilling breeze when you were expecting warmth. And as she forced herself to walk to the door, the sensation of the increased distance grew more acute.
And it was then that Grace realized, she was in love.
And it wasn’t anything like she expected. No, it was so much more.
So much dangerously more.
