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Amelia stood in the garden, her partner-in-crime, Gregory Bridgerton, stood holding a mallet and hitting a ball with it. The family seemed to be having fun, including her sister who despised such games. "Queen Du Pon, would you like to take a turn" Gregory asked. "I don't know how to play, unfortunately"
"I don't mind helping" He dragged her towards him. He handed her the mallet and stood behind her. He closely whispered the instructions into her ear, his hands clutching her own. "A bit too much?" She whispered back. "No" He responded. The rest of the family reacted with awe. Lady Bridgerton had a look on her face that said — 'the next King is my son'.
"You're a quick learner" He pulled away and everyone eased. "I suppose I am" She rushed a reply. "Lord Bridgerton, would you mind accompanying me to a walk to the florist?" She asked, knowing her sister would eavesdrop. "That would be lovely" He motioned to his mother that they were leaving. "My sister and probably your sisters, too, are on our tails so keep your posture"
"Do you want to add fuel to the fire, make this seem even more believable?" He asked. "Why not? Amaze me" Gregory pushed her into the wall, passionately kissing her. He pulled away just enough for her to catch her breath. "I would say it is working. I saw your sisters' faces, they were... I don't know how to describe it," He chuckled quietly. "Let's add some more fuel to this... fire?"
She nodded, the lust taking over her body. That might've been her first kiss, well the first she ever enjoyed. He pressed her against the wall again, kissing her deeply. His hands had started roaming around while they kissed, grabbing a hold of her waist. She pulled away. Their sisters were now gossiping amongst themselves, making their way back to the house.
