He kissed her brow. “We do. Your aunt wants everything to be perfect for you.” He grinned. “It doesn’t mean I cannot come visit you again.”
She took his hand and kissed his palm. “I wish we didn’t have to go to the ball tonight.”
“We do. By then, news of our betrothal will have spread and there will be many who wish to congratulate us.”
“But it won’t be over until so late. You probably won’t be able to come to me tonight.”
He kissed her, hard and swift, and then said, “We can worry about that later. Get a few hours of sleep now, my previous love.”
Spencer went to her door and she blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and place it in his pocket.
Tessa burrowed into her pillow, her body sated, her lips still burning.
And fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.