Reformed Rakes Make The Best Husbands,"violet Said.

I Vow To Spend The Rest Of My Life Keeping Your Hands And Feet Warm.

He Ought To Buy Her A New Dress. She Would Never Accept It, Of Course, But Maybe If Her Current Garments Were Accidentally Burned... ...but How Could He Manage To Burn Her Dress? She'd Have To Not Be Wearing It, And That Posed A Certain Challenge In And Of Itself.

The Unexpected Moment [is] Always Sweeter.

Do I Look Like A Mess?” She Asked. He Nodded. “but You’re My Mess,” He Whispered.

It Was Heaven. Forget Angels, Forget St. Peter And Glittering Harpsichords. Heaven Was A Dance In The Arms Of One's True Love.