[Their gazes lock and Kit isn't the first to look away, making a brazen, inscrutable study of the other; patiently letting the man rearrange him to his liking offers ample means to do so without reservation.
Of what he's seen of the Bridgerton children, Benedict keeps to the standard set and maintained by his siblings. For the eldest brother, it's in his sharp angles. For the sisters, their soft features. For Benedict, it lives in that generous smile. Handsome, all of them.]
Some would say that's a dangerous amount of power to place in my hands.
[Which is just another way of saying that perhaps Kit's friends--and Benedict's, for that matter--were right to be worried about leaving them together unattended. He smiles slowly, clearly pleased at his company's choice to remain.]
It'll be our secret.
[The way he utters it, low and conspiratorial despite their being alone on their stretch of street, suits whims done in the dark.]
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Of what he's seen of the Bridgerton children, Benedict keeps to the standard set and maintained by his siblings. For the eldest brother, it's in his sharp angles. For the sisters, their soft features. For Benedict, it lives in that generous smile. Handsome, all of them.]
Some would say that's a dangerous amount of power to place in my hands.
[Which is just another way of saying that perhaps Kit's friends--and Benedict's, for that matter--were right to be worried about leaving them together unattended. He smiles slowly, clearly pleased at his company's choice to remain.]
It'll be our secret.
[The way he utters it, low and conspiratorial despite their being alone on their stretch of street, suits whims done in the dark.]