what she’d meant. It was exactly how she felt, as if her actions, whatever her actions turned out to be, were not her own. In the city, the dark was always edged with danger. In the city, such a dark was threatening. In the city, her own lust for excitement, her desire to push at boundaries, was always laced with caution coupled with a reserve she feared she would never overcome. Her inheritance, she thought of it. Here in the country, the night was like a comforting blanket.
As they reached the edge of the Castonbury woods and stood in the shelter of a huge tree, Rosalind felt none of the trepidation that had kept her teetering on the brink of the indiscretions for which she was unfairly reputed. ‘No one will know,’ she agreed softly as she allowed the angled trunk of the tree to support her. ‘In this night, on this night, we could be anyone.’
Fraser leaned in closer. ‘Anyone? Oh, no, I don’t think so. I don’t want anyone here but you.’
The bark of the tree was knobbly against her back. Her hair caught in it. Her heart was pounding erratically. The only thing she was afraid of was that he would not kiss her. And he was hesitating. Seeking reassurance, she realised. So different from all those others. ‘Not anyone,’ she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him against her. ‘Only you. Just you.’
She was rewarded with the heat of his body against hers, his breath on her cheek, then his mouth on hers as he repeated her words. ‘Only you. Just you.’ And finally, he kissed her.
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