#kate s. [ v.001 ] beating you feels the same as any other win; but somehow smells sweeter.

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@firstbcrn sent: ❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜ ( for kate !! )

' perhaps, but i wouldn't mind hearing it again. ' from the veranda, she could still hear the music from the ball downstairs, but this was as private as they could get with so many people around. she tipped her head towards her husband, looking him over.

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@firstbcrn sent: are you hiding something? ( for kate )

' where did you get that impression? ' she had taken great care to make sure her behavior had never changed -- she still made time to talk to the same people and enjoy the same pastimes -- so there was no reason he had to suspect she was up to anything. it didn't matter that she was, in fact, up to something.

finding a gift for him was difficult and it required a lot more effort than most to keep it a secret from him until it was the right time.

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a pleased smile spread across her lips, her chin tipping back so he could kiss with greater ease. here in the cool night air, it was hard not to think back to that first time on the veranda and with much fonder feelings. ' you have such a way with words, lord bridgerton. '

no matter what her wishes, he is always happy to oblige her whenever she makes a request of him. ‘ you, lady bridgerton... ’ he leans his head down to press soft kisses in the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, warm lips meeting skin that has been cooled by the night air. ‘ ...are the most beautiful thing that the moonlight touches. ’