Love is Blind

Adrian rubbed his forehead.

Adrian hadn’t intended to take such liberties, but she’d stood there, her eyes glowing with happiness in the moonlight, her lips a soft curve as beautiful and velvety-looking as the petals of a rose, and he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d wanted to sip of that glowing happiness curving her lips.

She was a wonder: adorable, lovely, and so cheerful about the disasters that followed her. Clarissa made his soul feel light and his heart ache with longing.

Adrian didn’t know what he’d done to deserve her, how the two of them had so blindly stumbled onto love, but he vowed to do everything in his power to keep her happy. Forever and ever.

happiness is a choice. If you choose to mope and be glum, you shall be; but if you wish to be happy and determine to enjoy what life has to offer, then you can have that as well.

“Because he is good and kind,” she explained softly, then went on. “Because he treats me like a princess. Because he makes me laugh. Because he makes me happy. Because he took the trouble to read to me when I could not read to myself. Because he fed me and gave me wine when I could not eat or drink at balls. Because when he kisses me my toes curl, and when he makes love to me I cannot contain my passion.”

“What is it you have in your breeches, my lord? It keeps poking me,” she murmured breathlessly.

If we hurry, I think we might make it out onto the balcony undetected.”

“Onto the balcony?” Clarissa echoed with confusion, instinctively following the hand holding hers. He led her through the balcony doors behind them. “Whatever for?”

“To dance.”

She mistook my lap for a table, and set her tea on me. Or rather, she tried to. It overset and…” Reg paused, shifting uncomfortably at the memory. “Damn me if she did not burn my piffle.”

stumbling and tripping