And look at that, she couldn't even look at him. Still unwilling to admit that she was falling for him. It was typical of her, she had been delightful, charming, infuriating and downright confusing, and now she was trying not to think about him in the way he thought about her. His beautiful Caroline.
"Perhaps it is." he told her, glancing down to where her hand was. Oh he felt better. By quite a great amount as it happened.
"I do feel better, must be the effect you have on me, do you think love?"
He reached out to slide a hand down her hair, wondering if she'd walk away, when in theory, from her point of view he supposed there was every reason to. Every reason and yet she was charmed by him. Drawn to be here, otherwise she'd have gone by now.