You don't always have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one -Henrietta Barett
His mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her. He— —still had the audience of her three brothers. Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.
Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron,†Sebastian said approvingly. “Excellent choice.†“You have read this?†Alexei asked. “It’s not as good as Miss Davenport and the Dark Marquis, of course, but worlds better than Miss Sainsbury and the Mysterious Colonel.†Harry found himself rendered speechless. “I’m reading Miss Truesdale and the Silent Gentleman right now.†“Silent?†Harry echoed. “There is a noticeable lack of dialogue,†Sebastian confirmed.
I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles and even more, for every one of your smiles.