One night with the well-renowned capital R Rake has gotten to the best of you. Fallen victim to his charisma, you wake up next to him, Anthony Bridgerton, with a smile.

But...instead of seeing him romantically beside you with his arms stretched out under him, Anthony had been out of bed. He was beginning to get dressed.

You rolled to your side, watching the man put his pants on first. Your clothes were politely folded beside his own.

"Why leave so soon?" You spoke with a soft and sweet voice. It was one voice that you would only have after waking up.

Anthony turned around, his shirt in hand. At the moment, he hasn't said anything. The warm lighting of the sun beams through brown curtains, candles lit from the night before, and soft bustling from outside the bed chamber doors said it all...

He unbuttoned his shirt, putting it on like a jacket. He left the long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned, leaving the warm light to rest on his chest.

"Do you think this was something more? You fascinate me." He said with his usual Rakish charm. He defied all formalities, leaving a one-night stand to nothing but what he felt in the moment and nothing more or less.

His gaze was soft, curious, but if one thing seemed to bore him, he would be out the door in seconds...