His face had never been so close. She wanted to sink into sin with him, certain it would elevate her

His face had never been so close. She wanted to sink into sin with him, certain it would elevate her to heaven instead. She did not realize she was reaching for his face until it was nearly too late. Her fingers closed gently, a blossom folding in on itself for the night, and the backs of her fingers grazed his cheek instead. Then, with more deliberation, she reached for his other cheek with the same hand, this time unfolding her fingers to stroke the back of her hand against the gentle curve, feeling his unshaven cheek and jaw and remembering what it was like to hold his face in her hands.

“Rai…” She had not intended to whisper his name, but she could not hold it in if she tried.

A moment from my Bridgerton AU RP with @xiaolindude. (In the scene, he’s got a bruise from boxing, but I wanted to see the moment without the bruises, too.)