"I must beg your forgiveness, Miss Austen. It was not my intention to startle you."
He sinks to one knee before her, taking her fingers in his and bending over them. His gaze meets and holds hers as he brushes a chaste kiss across her knuckles.
Her heart is pounding like a little bird's and he can smell the curiosity rising off her like the bloom off a rose.
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Date: 2009-12-11 09:10 pm (UTC)He sinks to one knee before her, taking her fingers in his and bending over them. His gaze meets and holds hers as he brushes a chaste kiss across her knuckles.
Her heart is pounding like a little bird's and he can smell the curiosity rising off her like the bloom off a rose.