Summer gave him a soft smile, cheeks flushed. “‘Tis simple, my lord. Who would question thou and I encountering one another in the library? Or writing to one another of texts modern and ancient? Or ever thou canst escape council, I’ll meet thee in the gardens. Now kiss me again, to stave off thy starvation.”
Humphrey gladly obliged, again and again, his fingers playing with her fiery hair, hand traveling up and down her spine. “We shall stop this,” he whispered between kisses, and kisses between the words, “for I want you too much to go back and if we continue, I know not what I shall do…” yet he kissed her again, and kissed her cheek and her neck, to give meaning to his words. “I leave on the morrow for a few days, to Pembroke, on my personal business…” he whispered, “Will you wait? I shall send for you upon my return to meet…” he looked into her eyes, “My work with your father’s council is done, so I shall have all the time we desire to spend as we see most fit…”
“Don’t stop, my lord, don’t stop,” she whispered back, trading him kiss for kiss. “Don’t stop, don’t leave me so soon. I would I could go with you, but you wish we remain secret and I must abide by your wishes.”