man or woman, before in my entire life. I have absolutely no idea of what you are talking about.”
I looked at him, trying desperately to prevent my jaw from going slack and not stare at him in disbelief. Let the Devil be my witness, he is telling the truth! I realized , to my own amazement.
“And where will that end, I wonder?” I asked rhetorically , increasing my grip around his shoulder and pull ing him a little bit clos er . I kissed him, not caring that he still tasted slightly of my own seed. “Oh, and for the record , I am keeping you. Do not dare go away with some other frilly gentlem a n now, I had you first. You are mine!”
I thought I heard him laugh quietly . We sat like that for hours, talking softly in the night, sharing memories, exchanging experience s . I got my dress coat back, but before dawn , I had to leave, while it was still dark, if I did not want to cause a scandal and get us both thrown in prison. I kissed him deeply before I left and chuckled when he tried to stop me and p e rsu ade me to stay just of a little bit longer. It was not entirely easy to de n y him.
“Will you come back?” he asked and tried to sound casual, but he looked suddenly vulnerable and even younger than I was. He had been playing with my hair, and he let one finger follow the line of the scar by my eye. The aristocra tic mask he wore had slipped off , and I saw all his true emotions behind it.
“Perhaps,” I said teasingly, with one leg over the windowsill.
He paused and frowned. He seemed to hesitate before he said in a perfectly innocent voice with his upper class accent, “Well. If you should not return, perhaps I should try to meet one of those… What did you call them again? Ah, yes, ‘frilly gentlemen’, which you talked about earlier…”
It made me growl, and he smiled in an insufferable way at that, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
“Do not dare!” I hissed and kissed him, roughly and possessively. He melted in my arms, and I had to leave him before I changed my mind about staying.
“Bloody gentlemen,” I muttered to myself and swung the other leg over the window sill before I climbed down.
Of course I would be back, but I liked the feeling of him longing for me and not knowing for sure when and if I would show up again. Perhaps I should stay away for a couple of weeks just to see his reaction , I thou ght, but I changed my mind. Or perhaps I would be back tomorrow night. Surely, he would never expect that …
*
I went to the window and saw him climb down the branches of ivy. I was most anx ious that he might fall, but he clim bed skilfully and quickly . It made me dizzy just to see the ground so far below . Three inches of snow would not soften the fall at all if he fell, but luckily, he reached the ground unharmed. He even did a small mock salute, which I returned, before he leap ed over the garden wall. I realized that I missed him already.
When I went back to my bed, I noticed something at the end of the windowsill. I left the bed and found the golden bracelet. Why did he leave that behind? I wondered, turning it over and over in my hands. It must have been worth a fortune for someone like him. Perhaps he wants to show me that he is not a thief after all? I pondered , looking out through the window over London ’s snow-covered roof tops. I fingered the golden bracelet absentminded ly . It felt a little bit warm under my touch. It did not matter that he had given it back. He was still a thief, I thought. First a stolen kiss, then he took my virtue, and now?
Now he has left with my heart as well …
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~ THE END ~
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