There was no way he would let you go. He may not have known it himself just yet but he loved you far too much to let you leave London.

You two weren’t exactly arguing, but you were getting rather upset with him. And he was getting rather upset with you.

“But I am leaving to go back to—” You start to talk but he cuts you off, huffing.

“—And it is not far enough.” Anthony tells you. “Do you think there is a single corner of this Earth that you could travel to that is far enough to free me from this torment? I am a gentleman and my father raised me to act with much honour.” He says as he stares at you.

“And that honour is hanging by a thread each second I’m in your presence. You are simply the bane of my existence. The object of my desires that I dream all night and day of.” He says as he looks away for just a split second before looking back down at you from his much taller height. It’s almost attractive.

Almost. But that’s not what you should even be thinking to yourself right now. No.

Focus on the task at hand, you think.