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He pressed another kiss to her knee, daring to move higher.
Eleanor pulled his face up so she could look at him, unable to keep the smile off her face.
“These walls of yours,” she asked slowly, “how lowered are they?”
“Utterly grounded. Razed to oblivion.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise,” he swore.
“Then why have you not kissed me yet?” she whispered.
She laughed softly as he pulled her into a kiss, reaching up as he settled between her thighs.
They kissed, and kissed, and she did not care that water dripped from his hair onto her face, nor that her dress clung to her. He would rid her of it in moments anyway.
Her body had missed his—shehad missed him—and she pulled back long enough to cradle his face.
“I love you, Spencer,” she whispered. “I love you, and I will keep on loving you for eternity. And then I will find you in every other lifetime we have, and I will continue loving you through them too. Perhaps as jasmines next to one another.”
Spencer chuckled as he took her lips in another kiss. Before long, she felt the cold brush of fingers beneath her dress.
“It is terrible how revealing this dress has become,” he muttered. “The rain has blessed me.”
“And here I thought you did not want me,” she joked, letting him feelsomeguilt if only to rile him up further.
Spencer growled, already pushing her onto her back on the bed. “The day I stop wanting you is the day I die, Eleanor.”
He crawled over her, already unfastening her dress, and soon she was beneath him, and he simply entered her.
Finally, the two of them were perfectly joined.
Epilogue
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
“Ido not think I have ever been this far into the woods,” Eleanor said, looking around the maple grove.
Behind her, Spencer was a solid wall that she always leaned into. She did so now, relishing in his embrace as they sipped wine around the picnic they had set up.
He glanced down at her, smirking as he pressed a kiss to her cheek before he drank deeply.
“Me neither,” Theodore said from opposite them. “It was actually Charlotte who found it and showed me.”
“When?” Spencer asked suddenly.
“Brother,” Charlotte chided, scowling at his tone. “One would think that after months of Theodore and I being wed, you would have come to accept it.”
“I am merely doing my duty by ensuring that it was indeed after your wedding that you were alone with him.”
“Well, if we are discussingthat, perhaps we may speak about yours and Eleanor’s fornicating before your wedding,” Theodore muttered, grinning at him as he bit into a meat pie.
Charlotte was busying herself with a bowl of fruit, while Eleanor took out the pastries she had baked earlier that day.
“Oh, Goodness, I do not think such revelations are for my ears,” Katherine muttered.
“There was no fornicating,” Spencer scoffed, rolling his eyes.
