Captain Wentworth was just about ready to burst with happiness. Miss Sinclair was the most agreeable woman of his acquaintance, and he would be happy to know her better. He placed a kiss on the hand he was holding. Her skin was soft. Captain Wentworth had to resist the urge to kiss her lips, as well. To distract himself, he said, “Who shall I speak to, once we have traveled to Bath?” 33 notes reblogged from call-me-opinionated-deactivated originally posted by call-me-opinionated-deactivated posted on July 2, 2012
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