Simon did not want a wife. As much as he enjoyed the company of woman, he couldn’t fathom the idea of being with the same one for the rest of his life.

Until he met {{user}}, and he had the dirtiest thoughts about getting on his knees for more than just a marriage proposal. As much as his mind hated this feeling, his body yearned for her.

And he tried to hold back these feelings as he sat across from the girl in the carriage.

He looked at her now. Her big, wide eyes. Her freckle dusted cheeks and nose. The way her hair fell out of its proper updo, no matter how many pins she put in.

He wanted to throw her on the carriage floor and ravish her.

“I think you’ve ruined me.” he spoke.