Julia Quinn Quote

One hour later Sophie was in Benedict’s sitting room, perched on the very same sofa on which she had lost her innocence just a few weeks earlier. Lady Bridgerton had questioned the wisdom (and propriety) of Sophie’s going to Benedict’s home by herself, but he had given her such a look that she had quickly backed down, saying only, Just have her home by seven. Which gave them one hour together. I’m sorry, Sophie blurted out, the instant her bottom touched the sofa. For some reason they hadn’t said anything during the carriage ride home. They’d held hands, and Benedict had brought her fingers to his lips, but they hadn’t said anything. Sophie had been relieved. She hadn’t been ready for words. It had been easy at the jail, with all the commotion and so many people, but now that they were alone . . . She didn’t know what to say. Except, she supposed, I’m sorry. No, I’m sorry, Benedict replied, sitting beside her and taking her hands in his. No, I’m— She suddenly smiled. This is very silly. I love you, he said. Her lips parted. I want to marry you, he said. She stopped breathing. And I don’t care about your parents or my mother’s bargain with Lady Penwood to make you respectable. He stared down at her, his dark eyes meltingly in love. I would have married you no matter what. Sophie blinked. The tears in her eyes were growing fat and hot, and she had a sneaking suspicion that she was about to make a fool of herself by blubbering all over him. She managed to say his name, then found herself completely lost from there. Benedict squeezed her hands. We couldn’t have lived in London, I know, but we don’t need to live in London. When I thought about what it was in life I really needed— not what I wanted, but what I needed— the only thing that kept coming up was you.