It was that she thought highly of the promise of more.
I know enough about women to know that sighs are never simply sighs.
But pleasure is fleeting, Lord Bourne—fleeting enough that it is not worth the pain of being used.
“You have nothing I want.”
She hated the words, and him for saying them. She had herself. She had their marriage. She had their future, none of it of value to him.
I know enough about women to know that sighs are never simply sighs.
But pleasure is fleeting, Lord Bourne—fleeting enough that it is not worth the pain of being used.
“You have nothing I want.”
She hated the words, and him for saying them. She had herself. She had their marriage. She had their future, none of it of value to him.
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