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Charles placed a kiss to her lips again, lingering, soaking in her scent, reveling in her softness.

She sighed against him, "Darling, you should go. You've been here for quite a while, if we are to keep this as our secret, you need to continue with your day."

He voiced his agreement, "You're right of course, but with my hand as it is, Barrow will be talking over some of my duties."

His injured hand was quickly pressed to her lips, "you poor dear."

"No matter, it leaves me with more time to tend to you my dear."

"And I accept your care completely, but I will be getting back to work tomorrow Charles." He opened his mouth to object, so she pushed on.

"While my ankle is sore, it is much better than last night. A day of rest will do it well, but I cannot be stuck here on my own. I would end up replaying what happened in my mind, and that is in no way constructive. We need to move on from this Charles. Together."

He squeezed her hand in acceptance. "And we will. I'll send Anna up soon with some ice. Let her know if you need anything. I'll be back as soon as I am able." He stood and stroked her hand one last time.

Elsie reached up and lightly tapped his cheek, "I'm already looking forward to your return."

Gathering all of his willpower, he released her and strode to the door.

Elsie immediately felt the loss as he walked away. She tore her gaze from his figure and turned her head, taking comfort in the vision of his ring on her finger.

As he turned the handle, Charles looked back, the sight was just too much, her tousled hair, lips swollen from kisses, a pretty blush on her cheeks, and all of her wonderful, supple curves hinted at through her nightgown. Overcome with her loveliness, he marched towards her, pulled her face to his, and crushed his lips to hers; a mew of pleasure escaped her as she opened herself to him. He plundered the hot, wet softness of her mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue.

The pleasure radiated through her body. His tongue, his delicious taste, it was everything. Just as quickly as it began, he pulled back, pecked his lips against hers, brushed them against her forehead and fled swiftly, almost slamming the door behind him.

Chest heaving, heart pounding, Elsie ran her fingers over swollen lips.

"Mo dhia, three weeks."

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