Locked In

[Kathani Bridgerton]

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^{Anthony Bridgerton}

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Kathani Bridgerton

it was humbling

TO SAY THE LEAST

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in
a locked room together.

Anthony knew he was in dangerous territory and had to tread carefully. One more moment, could have changed everything. He could feel himself being pulled toward her, like a month to a flame. An inexplicable force that drew him to her . . . hate no longer the dominant emotion. Perhaps it was there to mask something much deeper, much more intense. Having this moment with her, sharing the memory of how his father died . . . it felt special. Connected them in a way he could not explain. It allowed him to drop his guard so that she was able to see the man he was -- the man he is. Not the Viscount but rather, Anthony. It made him feel exposed, but it felt comfortable at the same time. Exhilarating even.

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But a crack of thunder and lightening threatened this moment and pulled him back into thought and rationality. He cursed the lightening that caused this, yet gave thanks to it at the same time. It was for the best, to be sure. Yet this moment where they were alone in his father's library, would not be one that would fade from memory anytime soon. Finally gathering the strength to move, he turned to follow her, shifting forward before her hand could reach for the door handle. Perhaps, it was his excuse to be close to her again. To feel this, warmth exude from her . . . to take in her intoxicating scent.

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Fighting back the distraction -- for she was truly maddening -- his hand turned on the handle to open it. But, to no avail. He tried again, with more force this time, but it would not budge. "It seems to be stuck," he explained. Which . . . was not good. He was trapped in a room with Kate -- who was clad only in a nightgown and shawl -- and his mind was going places he could not even bring to voice or action. Lest she think he was lying, Anthony tried again, attempting to push the door and handle with more strength, showing clear indication that it was indeed stuck. That they where both stuck. Here. Together.