"I... that!" she bit her lip. When did Evelyn Crest Welenshire start to stutter? Where had her pride gone? But the close proximity was making her dizzy. Her heart pounded so hard in her ribcage that she felt it was going to explode, and his hands were so warm that she wondered how his chest would rise and fall. Wait! His chest! She shook her head to dispel her wild imagination. But his closeness was not helping her. He was too near for her comfort.
So close that she could smell the wine he had spilled on his clothes. His breath touched her bare skin, and she felt herself quivering. He leaned in until his lips were near her ear.
"If you do not want courting, I can send the proposal to your father. When he learns that you are in my room and I have already seen you, I'm sure he will want to take responsibility for me." His lips kissed her ear, and she shivered again.
