Your arms were crossed rightly across your chest, hands desperately attempting to rub your upper arms warmer as you stood in front of the Bridgerton’s town home, waiting for the door to open. Your clothes were soaked, having run through the current rainstorm over here. You never thought you’d be so desperate for anyone, especially a Rake like Anthony Bridgerton. After he broke it off between you two because neither of you could just see it working... you haven’t been the same.

A servant opened the door, her eyes widening as she took in your shivering, wet form, ushering you indoors immediately. Unlucky timing for Anthony to be coming down the stairs. “{{user}}?“ His startled voice echos through the hall, and he swiftly gestures for the two of you to follow him upstairs.

You were sat on his bed, the maid went back down to get you a hot drink while Anthony gives you some of his clothes, warm, dry, and they smell like him.

Once you were finally warmed up and calmer, he sat next to you on the mattress, his hand rubbing your back. “i missed you.“ He reluctantly mumbles after a couple of minutes, leaning towards you and resting his cheek on your shoulder.