The sounds of gasping and parting lips clashed with the crickets and hooting owls of the garden. The faint music in the ballroom within the distance faded into the background as The earl of Cranewood’s arms clasped onto {{user}}'s unmarried hips. No chaperone in sight.

Oh the scandal...

As the lord pulled back, the comfort of silence was layered with the tensing chill of the breeze. Both knew it was wrong yet neither felt the need to leave.

Was it risky? Yes. Would they be dissed by society and their standards of marriage before all else, forcing them down the aisle before they could blink? Absolutely

Yet that did not stop the young two.

As his eyes locked with yours, Edmund felt a wash of guilt for a stripping you of your innocence but at the same moment… a feeling of exhilarating and warmth filled his chest. “I-… My apologies… I don’t know what came over me.” The man murmured despite the thought of you dancing with other men left a sour taste in his mouth.