It's that time again where writers share 8-10 sentences from their writing. I'm continuing on with my story of Caroline. I love writing the thrust and parry between hero and heroine, where they're not ready to admit their attraction to the other party.
Georgiana’s soft laugh brought Caroline's attention back to her and Lord Nathan. She longed to have the same undivided attention. Evidently sensing her study of him, he shifted his gaze toward her. She couldn’t look away, although her mind and senses urged her to. As if her thoughts were on display, like words on parchment, his mouth quirked at one corner and he inclined his head.
Her face flamed and prickles of heat threatened to turn her cheeks an unbecoming pink. As a precautionary measure, she snapped open her fan. The gold pomander on her wrist swayed with each flick of her wrist, setting off a pleasant aroma of her favorite rose water. She allowed the familiar scent to soothe her. It wouldn’t do for Lord Nathan to know he discomposed her.
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