paused again

Diana never paused to think as the night time passed them by. The more she spoke to Malinov, the more she felt familiar with him, a sense of having known him longer than was true. Each word he spoke seemed to mirror words she had perhaps once dreamed to speak. He listened to her tales attentively, enraptured by the details of her days, eagerly asking for more, encouraging her in each confidence to reveal yet even more. They paused to kiss and paused again.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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