"When it's just us, Magna." It felt odd to say that name when he knew she hadn't wanted anyone to call her that, but special too. It was theirs. Something that she shared only with him.
Even if it was what society would think of as proper, he didn't mind that she preferred the masculine version of her name or that she'd rather dress like a boy than wear ladies' fashions. "You don't have to wear them for me. I fell in love with the girl who wore trousers, not some society miss."
Not someone like Jessamine... he couldn't imagine dealing with someone like that. Or even Isabelle. Every time she spoke of things like that, he was completely lost. At least his sister only asked if she looked pretty and didn't want any other opinion about her clothing. "You're beautiful whether you're wearing gear or those dresses Charlotte tries to shove you into."
The kiss caused him to pause for a moment, wishing he could ask her to do that again, but knowing it wouldn't be proper. Not when she was spending the night and he didn't want her to get the wrong idea about what he wanted from her.
Trying to ignore his blush, he started searching for a shirt, finding one of his old ones that would cover her and be soft against her skin. "I don't mind. I - I know we probably shouldn't, but I love having you here with me and you know I won't do anything..."
And if he did try something and she didn't want him to, she could knock him flat. Offering her the shirt, he smiled nervously. "I'll leave so you can change."
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Even if it was what society would think of as proper, he didn't mind that she preferred the masculine version of her name or that she'd rather dress like a boy than wear ladies' fashions. "You don't have to wear them for me. I fell in love with the girl who wore trousers, not some society miss."
Not someone like Jessamine... he couldn't imagine dealing with someone like that. Or even Isabelle. Every time she spoke of things like that, he was completely lost. At least his sister only asked if she looked pretty and didn't want any other opinion about her clothing. "You're beautiful whether you're wearing gear or those dresses Charlotte tries to shove you into."
The kiss caused him to pause for a moment, wishing he could ask her to do that again, but knowing it wouldn't be proper. Not when she was spending the night and he didn't want her to get the wrong idea about what he wanted from her.
Trying to ignore his blush, he started searching for a shirt, finding one of his old ones that would cover her and be soft against her skin. "I don't mind. I - I know we probably shouldn't, but I love having you here with me and you know I won't do anything..."
And if he did try something and she didn't want him to, she could knock him flat. Offering her the shirt, he smiled nervously. "I'll leave so you can change."