[Victoria giggled, an outright girlish sound that was both pleased and a touch flustered. ]
Sweet talker. [She says, obviously complimented. He thought she was beautiful. An Angel, the Archangel Michael, thought she was beautiful. She felt like she was floating. In her chest, her heart fluttered.
Following the guiding hand at her back, she matched his stride as they continued walking]
That would be lovely. Somewhere quiet. [And private. Her gaze settled on his lips and felt a mad urge push at her. An urge she resisted. Too many people.]
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Sweet talker. [She says, obviously complimented. He thought she was beautiful. An Angel, the Archangel Michael, thought she was beautiful. She felt like she was floating. In her chest, her heart fluttered.
Following the guiding hand at her back, she matched his stride as they continued walking]
That would be lovely. Somewhere quiet. [And private. Her gaze settled on his lips and felt a mad urge push at her. An urge she resisted. Too many people.]