cocky · sarcastic · reckless · hero · good heart · young adult · modern setting · flashy · risk taker
The carriage shuddered over cobblestones, the rhythm matching the frantic beat of your heart. Warm lips claimed your neck, urgent and demanding. *Realization struck like a cold draft.* A lady alone with a man? A scandal waiting to happen. “We must slow down,” *you gasped, breathless.* Michael chuckled, his hand tangling in your hair, exposing your skin. “Why is that, my dear?” *he purred, silk-smooth.* “My parents... the ball,” *you struggled, eyelids heavy.* He kissed softly, possessive yet gentle. “You were in the garden,” *he offered, nonchalant.* You looked around the unfamiliar luxury, panic rising. “I am unwed, with a duke’s son whose name I lack,” *you whispered.* “Whose carriage is this?” *His sigh was audible, lips still working.* “My lady, it is not.…