Catherine Ford felt like she was done for.
All her worries and apprehensions about social status collapsed in that moment, as did all the feelings of inferiority that life had forced upon her over the years, now forgotten at the back of her mind.
Looking at the tall and handsome man before her, the only thought in Catherine's mind was to kiss him.
Suddenly, the carefree girl from her memories revived, and she stood on tiptoes and planted her lips on the man's, telling him with her actions that it was okay.
He could.
As long as it was him, she could take the gamble once more.
Benjamin Jones hadn't expected the usually quiet, good and overly cautious woman to act before him. After a moment of surprise, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist. As he had expected, she was unfortunately thin, stirring a wave of pity in his heart, which was soon overshadowed by the softness of her lips, leaving no room for other thoughts, and he wanted to turn the previous impulse into action.
