Darcy was left dazed after Elizabeth awarded him a featherlike kiss on the lips.
He was rendered speechless as he watched Elizabeth blush profusely.
"W-why did you do that, Elizabeth?"
Regretting her bold move, Elizabeth hung her head in shame.
"I apologise for being forward, Fitzwilliam."
Darcy tilted her chin up to face him.
"Never be sorry for showing me your affection, my love."
"But a lady must not take such liberties."
"You are no ordinary lady, Elizabeth, and I adore you all the more for it."
"Does that mean you liked the kiss?"
"No."
"Oh."
"I loved it."