Arthur was overwhelmed by the soft warm lips that melded into his. His heart melted when her hands rested on his chest. Arthur gently broke away from the kiss. His fingers softly tracing the contours of her cheek. 

[b]“What am I going to do with you Miss Matilda Farr?[/b]” He whispered into her ear. “[b]That kiss could have broken any man’s resolve.”[/b]

With one kiss he had made his mind; all he wanted was to kiss her. What they were going to do in the future didn’t matter. Hell, if she slapped him, it didn’t matter. All he wanted was to kiss her like he should have done two weeks ago.

He released her and turned to remove the sheet that he was now wearing. Fate was not on his side that afternoon and as soon as he shook off the linen he tripped on the discard basket and sprawled backwards onto the ground.

[b]“This is unbelievable.[/b]” He said thrashing off the wrenched sheet while on in his back. “[b]This bloody house is out to get me I swear.[/b]”