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    “Penelope.”

    He means it as a question; he truly does, but his voice cracks along the syllables and then, suddenly, she is leaning into him, her free hand coming up to his chest, fingers curling in the lapel of his waistcoat. He feels whiplashed, racing thoughts subsiding entirely as her mouth grazes his. Her lips are soft and warm, tasting of port and berries, and he sighs without meaning to, but does not move.

    He should, he knows. Should do something, say something, but his mind is blissfully blank, and his lips now taste of berries, and this is Penelope, Pen, and that single fact seems to erase all else. For there is nothing but the heat of her, and the pressure of her mouth, and the impossible fact of Penelope Featherington—his Pen—is kissing him. And beneath the shock, beneath all of it, is something bright and startled that feels terrifyingly like delight.

    Wherein a little tincture handcrafted by Hyacinth with some... generous measurements leads to one ruinous night.

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