Tyrone dismissed all the maids and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath and pulled his cravat hard.
He closed his eyes and fell on his bed. His body was on heat, burning with desire and something he did not know.
The touch of that woman had flamed him. He had never felt such a strong desire to touch someone.
"You are here." his eyes snapped open when he heard that voice.
The voice he had come to know only today but was sure that he knew this voice for a long time.
His eyes stopped on the woman. She had changed her clothes again and her hair looked different but what shocked him was surroundings.
They stood in an old and ruined house that looked weak. It looked like the roof would fall on them any moment. He had never seen such a thing these days.
"The house needs a repair?" Of course it did. He nodded without any qualms as he looked around, unsure how he reached there.
