Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

There were kisses, and then, well, there were kisses.

Louisa hadn't had much experience kissing men; heaven forbid she'd ever allow any of them to get close enough to steal a kiss. One of them—was it Lord Stuttervoice or Sweatyhands? she couldn't remember—had tried. He'd lured her out onto the balcony, and noticing almost too late what he was about to do, she'd turned away at the last moment. He'd ended up planting a wet kiss on the side of her head, which had felt rather ticklish and wet, like a dog licking her ear.

There had been Will's kisses, of course, but they didn't count. They'd been merely two children kissing, innocent and sweet, so long ago she barely remembered it.

No, Louisa found that being kissed by a grown man was very different.