Stiles can’t help the gasp that leaves his mouth. He jerks from the wall and stares bewildered at Mr. Darcy, who is standing only three feet from him and is dripping wet from the rain.
“I have struggled in vain but I can bear it no longer…the past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you. I had to see you.”
Darcy pauses, and all Stiles can do is gape at him in astonishment. He had to see me?
PAPA BENNET COULD GET IT
BUT WHAT I ALSO MEANT TO SAY WAS
THIS IS PERFECT
AND EXACTLY HOW IT WOULD GO