A couple of years ago she might have laughed, nervously perhaps, made some comment about how a lady shouldn't spend the night in the bed of a man she isn't married to... But times have changed - she has changed - and Jane no longer feels bound by the protocols and restraints of her time period and social class.
So she smiles, tilting her head into the sensation of fingers in her hair. He never has done that, though Jane has always been quite bold about pushing her hands into his own soft white curls. She likes it.]
I'd love to stay the night.
[As for what they get up to while she's staying the night... it does feel as if things are moving in a certain direction. Not a direction she minds in the slightest.]
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A couple of years ago she might have laughed, nervously perhaps, made some comment about how a lady shouldn't spend the night in the bed of a man she isn't married to... But times have changed - she has changed - and Jane no longer feels bound by the protocols and restraints of her time period and social class.
So she smiles, tilting her head into the sensation of fingers in her hair. He never has done that, though Jane has always been quite bold about pushing her hands into his own soft white curls. She likes it.]
I'd love to stay the night.
[As for what they get up to while she's staying the night... it does feel as if things are moving in a certain direction. Not a direction she minds in the slightest.]