Lord James and his bride (The Duke's Brothers Book 1) by Fiona Miers

Author:Fiona Miers [Miers , Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: regency romance
Publisher: Fiona Miers
Published: 2021-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The soft sound of the rain eased Abigail out of her brief sleep and her eyes opened. She was still basking in the euphoric feeling of having fallen asleep in James’ arms. She had been intimate with a man before, but she had never truly felt like this.

James was as attentive to her needs as he was charming and handsome. He had made her feel comfortable, desirable and happy. She had not planned for this to happen so soon, but it felt right.

Lying in his arms, listening to the rain outside the folly, was the most natural thing in the world. She inhaled sharply, her pulse fluttering in her throat. These feelings that were so intense terrified her a little.

She had promised herself that she would not fall in love again. It had caused her immense heartache previously and she did not wish for it to happen again.

Abigail watched as James’ chest steadily rose and fell, the warmth of his arms enveloping her in comfort. She stared at his profile, admiring his strong jaw, his dark eyebrows, the curve of his upper lip towards his nose. The scent of him sent a shiver of delight down her spine and she lightly kissed the skin of his chest.

James stirred and he turned his head to look at her. His eyes focused on her and her heart unexpectedly fluttered, despite reminding herself not to grow too fond of James. She was not even sure whether he felt the same. Certainly, he would not have been intimate with her if he did not feel anything for her?

“What are you thinking?” James asked, his voice breaking through the silence they shared, but was still tender enough not to disturb the ambience they basked in.

“I am not certain. Everything and nothing,” she said.

“That sounds like quite a predicament.”

Abigail grinned. “Indeed.”

“May I ask you something, Abigail?” James queried, brushing a lock of hair off her face.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and rested her chin on James’s chest. “You may ask me anything.”

“The things you are not ready to speak of... how would you know if you are ready to share it with someone?”

Abigail’s brows shot up and she pouted her lips as she pondered his question for a moment. “I am not entirely certain. My mother told me that it would be similar to a cut on my leg or arm. It requires time to heal.”

“But it will not heal if it is not properly cleaned. It will fester and become worse,” James pointed out.

“Are you insinuating that speaking of it will cleanse it, allowing it to heal faster?” she asked.

“Perhaps, yes.”

“That is quite an enlightened thing to say,” Abigail said with a sad smile.

He made a fair point and she would be silly to ignore this moment.

She drew in a deep breath then paused for a moment, silently deliberating within herself whether she felt ready enough to share the trauma inside her with James.

“Tell me what is weighing on your heart, Abigail.”

She bit her lip and mentally soldiered forward.

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