Chapter fifteen: A misfortune

Darcy knocked Elizabeth's door and some minutes later, she welcomed him in. It was a quiet night that's why he took the chance of being near her again. He could see her astonishment, he was not expected. Immediately he sat down on the couch and Elizabeth without speaking, she sat opposite to him.

"I did not expect to see you." she said to broke the silence

"Why?"

"I pressumed that...ohh I do not know" she admitted.

"I am here because I got spoiled, as you so frankly said yesterday." he admitted, looking at her eyes. "I could not sleep alone."

"What do you mean?"

"Ohh do not play innocent to me, Elizabeth" he paused. "First, you get into my mind and then you claim my heart. Your lovely words keep ringing in my ears and your smell is everywhere." he admitted, taking some deep breaths "Do you think possible for me to sleep?"

She laughed, but as she saw his serious look, she realized that he believed and felt, everything he confessed. "But, that shall never occur again." his eyes met hers "I shall not sleep in you bed ever again"

"I do not mind sleeping here" he replied with a playfoul voice, teasing her.

"Do you wish to ruin me?"

"No, I am not" he said. "But, Elizabeth, I cannot sleep alone. Not, now that I got used to your sense. I will miss your breaths"

"My breaths?" She asked

"Yes, you take three deep breaths, before you fall asleep. Did you not know?" Darcy replied and Elizabeth froze. She stopped breathing. Did he really count the breaths she took last night? Does he love her so much and if that is the case, is it even possible to love someone so dearly?

After couple of seconds she asked "Do you think it is proper? Imagine if someone finds out"

"They are not" he immediately said and approached her and before realizing it, Elizabeth was in his arms. He rested his head on her neck and he took deep breaths, just to smell her perfume. He hugged her tight and leaned in to kiss her, but she moved away her head.

"Stop it!" She yelled. "Your cousin is sleeping in the next room, he will hear us"

"Richard is not a light sleeper"

"But, Fitzwilliam..." She tried to said but, as he heard his name, he claimed her lips. They shared a passionate kiss and when they stopped, they looked at each other.

"I love you"

She smiled. "Go to sleep!" She yelled and pushed him a little.

"I never imagined you to be so cruel." He said and gave her a smile.

"Do you really want me to be cruel? Because I can, and I dare say you are not going to like it, " she teased.

"No, I beg you." he paused and hugged her once more "But, I do have to admit that you look even more tempting when you are getting angry and cold."

"Is that so?" She asked with a severe voice and looked at him intensively.

"Yes, indeed"

"Fitzwilliam, you really have to go. You will get us exposed."

"I care not" he replied stubbornly, like he was a child.

"Go!" She yelled again.

"I want some time alone with you, but it seems that I cannot find any."

"We will find, but not now and definitely not in my chambers."

But, before Darcy could responce, there was a knock on the door, making both of them pale. If someome could hear their hearts, probably, he was not going to hear anything at all. They had stopped. There was a knock again.

"It is Colonel." a voice was heard.

But Elizabeth, nor Darcy moved a inch. They kept staring at each other until they heard a door close, finally allowing themselves to breathe. Elizabeth looked at Darcy, who was standing next to the window, looking outside. Elizabeth approached him and touched his arm, making him turn around to look at her. It was the first time in her life that saw such a thing. An expression of grief and anger was created in his face, something that she had never seen before, in anyone's face.

Darcy had so much to say that his mouth closed up tight struggling not to speak, so many thoughts churning inside him, that you he did not dare let them escape in case they blew him wide open. He was so angry that if he could see his look in the mirror, he would probably find a face of an evil, glaring back at him.


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