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Post by Sophia Beckett on Jan 19, 2022 1:41:36 GMT
It is easy to think of the what ifs of life. How things could have happened alternately to change the world they lived. To imagine that one choice could have led for a vastly different life. Yet these thoughts were were only dreams, for there was no going back and changing anything. Sophie was note even sure she wanted to change anything.
Two years ago, Benedict had pulled her from a situation where she thought to loose her honor. He had saved her that night--only to almost loose his own life in an illness. Sophie had become his nurse of sorts, and though tending to him had fallen in love. She knew that they could never be together, for she was her father's base-born daughter, and he was the son of one of the most prolific families in the English nobility. So instead, she because his in the only way she could.
In the beginning they used the word mistress, but the longer that they were together, the move they felt toward each other. The more they sought to spend time together. The more they loved each other. Now, they did not use the word, and instead just refereed to themselves as lovers.
Sophie was happy with her life. It was not to say she did not ache at times, knowing they were stolen moments and she could never be his in every way. Could never stand by his side proudly, or met his family. Yet, she was still happy because she was loved, and he was hers.
Sophie was humming a soft song that she had heard when Benedict had taken her an event hosted at his art mentor's county estate, and was walking down the hall when she heard the door open. Looking over her shoulder at the clock in the hall, she smiled. It was very late. Which meant he had escaped his ball, and had come home to her.
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"Should I not have a friend?
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the rules of society.
Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 17:46:29 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict was not sure how he had envisioned his life when he was in love. Perhaps, married with the person. Living happy tucked away from the ton and general public. Most all was true with one exception: he was not married to the woman he loved. While he was committed to her in his heart, marriage was not something they could so easily embrace. It did not stop him from thinking about her, longing for her in moments when he could not be with her. Infact, the absence only made his love grow stronger. Though he feared those moments so far and few, particularly on nights when he was forced to attend balls. He had of course kept Sophie from his family, not wishing to complicate their relationship more than it was already considered to be.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Being the second son did indeed have its perks. With Colin being the flirtatious one, and Anthony the Viscount . . . not to mention the attention placed on his sisters, it allowed Benedict to sneak away. It was late, but not too late to see her. Even if it was the middle of the night, he doubted he could survive the day without seeing her, without holding her. Quickly making his way to her home, he entered inside, closing the door behind him and smiling the moment he saw her. The distance was still too great, and wordlessly, he approached her, wrapping his arms around her petite figure and kissing her passionately. A kiss to indicate the love he had for her, the desire that burned for her, and just how much he had missed her in the time they were apart.
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Post by Sophia Beckett on Nov 24, 2022 0:35:22 GMT
Meeting him there near the door, Sophie paused as he entered. With each step he took toward her, her smile grew slightly bigger, brighter, happier--until it was gone. Replaced by his lips and his kiss. Replaced by the heat of him, and the taste of him. She had to stretch up on her toes to grow even a little close to his height, but it did not stop her from trying to get closer to him.
"I have missed you," She whispered against his lips, resting her face against his while trying to catch her breath. It was not something she was ever able to completely do around him. He stole it so easy with every touch.
Her fingers moved to touch his cheek, and feel him. He was so devastatingly handsome. How did the woman of the ton not notice the moment he stepped away? He had this energy that stole her mind and gaze just by existing. "Can you stay?" She asked, knowing some nights he could disappear and no one would be the wiser, and some nights he only had a few hours. Stolen moments, stolen nights.
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