Chapter 52

Unlike his usual disregard for the opinions of others, Darcy always seeks my thoughts. I'm glad to be someone so close to him, but I also wonder where exactly that line is drawn. How far can I go before I cross it?

"Do you dislike it?"

His question snapped me back to reality. Not wanting him to misunderstand, I quickly shook my head.

"Of course, I'm fine with it too."

I answered, realizing that his gaze was still fixed on me. It was as if he had read my mind, and Darcy spoke slowly.

"You're special to me."