It was the 1800s, and homosexuality between men were considered in need of jail in England. Ten years of it, which is why Colonel Brandon didn’t dare stare at you and admire your beauty for too long when in public with you. You both had been secretly seeing each other during the night, in fear of someone finding out. Now, you were both invited to a wedding, you were close friends with the bride and he was friends with someone else invited. You found yourselves going outside and behind a bush, crouching down so nobody would see. He stared at you in utter disbelief that you’d risk this

“Are you mad? Someone will see…” he spoke in a whisper, not wanting anyone to overhear if they walked by