“Because then you kiss me. And that’s all you really want to do.”
Val tried to steady himself. “Be a good girl. Go sit on your side of the carriage and stop talking.”
She looked to the other side of the carriage and then back at Val. “When you dream of me, what am I doing?”
Oh my god, thought Val.
“Who said I dream of you?” He asked.
“Well it stands to reason. If I dream of you, you must dream of me,” she admitted.
“Caroline—“ he began.
“I want to whisper something to you, may I?”
He shook his head but she leaned in and he strained himself to hear the words. Instead she said nothing but nipped his neck lightly. He groaned.
He looked up at her and then grabbed her upper arms. “You’re drunk, Caroline!”
“So? It feels lovely. Like floating,” she smiled at him and he released her.
“Like floating?” He asked.
“Yes. Why aren’t you floating too?’
“Because I can hold my liquor unlike you,” he told her.
“Should I marry Charles?” She said looking at him.
“Absolutely not.”
“Peter Davies?”
“Equally no.”
“You?” She teased him.
“Yes.”
“Are you asking me?” She wondered her brows arched.
“Why don’t you sleep awhile? Until we reach the townhouse.”
Caroline nodded. “I am sleepy. Can I sleep next to you?”
He nodded though he did not want her to. She moved to sit close to him and placed her head on his shoulder.
“You’ll be home soon enough,” he said.
“I will make you a good wife.”
“No doubt you would,” he agreed.
“I’ll cook your favorite meals,” she said.
“You probably can’t even make porridge,” he teased her.
“I can’t,” she said looking up at him smiling.