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Lizzie scoffed, burying her shock of seeing Darcy washing dishes under the matter at hand. Darcy turned to Lizzie, wiping his hands off on a dish towel, throwing it over his shoulder once he was done, and crossing his arms. I assure you. They both stared directly at each other, electricity sparking between them before Lizzie, broke their look, got up from her spot, and walked over to the linen cabinet Darcy had pulled the towels from and grabbed the stack of blankets below them.

Darcy looked on incredulously, seeing how natural it was for her to move around the cabin as freely as she did and how easy it was for her to break off, not win, their argument as she made up a bed on the sofa for herself. They were too stubborn to let down either of their positions. Since they had to stay in the same space for an entire night, there was no harm in offering at the very least. Lizzie stopped making her makeshift bed, hands hovering over the blanket she was smoothing out.

Her face was shrouded by her still damp hair, leaving Darcy in a complete mystery over how his question hit her. The moment between them became thick and heavy with anticipation as Darcy clasped his hands behind his back, masking his fidgeting fingers from view. After a beat, Lizzie straightened up and turned to Darcy.

Lizzie, on the other hand, was overjoyed to be sleeping on a bed.

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At least this way they would both be comfortable. She had spent most of her childhood taking the couch or floor during sleepovers, family vacations, and more, so any chance she got to be respectful and still take a bed was always fair game. Lizzie contentedly smiled and plopped down on the bed, making herself cozy and comfortable and taking over much of the surface area that blended into their unspoken halves.

Snuggling up under the covers, she turned to Darcy— who was still standing— and frowned. I mean— no. Somehow her silly joke instantly calmed his nerves as he crossed back to the bed. Did he really look like that under all those formal and well tailored clothes? She always thought he was rich enough for them to mask anything he wanted them to mask, but now seeing him in a thin sleep shirt, it seemed like all he ever wore was a second skin. A warmth spread over her face again that she quickly dismissed and covered her face up to her nose.

She was not feeling whatever she was feeling, and that was that. There also was no way that Darcy still could feel anything more for her or still have maintained any of those feelings he may have told her months ago. She contorted her face as she cringed from her harsh words they had exchanged and all the things she yelled about— especially about that slimeball George Wickham.

But those words were already said and there was no way she could change that fact. There was nothing left to do except move on and accept their relationship for what it was. Darcy tucked himself into the bed and faced the ceiling, keeping his eyes on the grain of the wood that traced over the vaulted ceilings.

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Still facing sideways, she watched the rise and fall of his chest, seeing how his shirt stretched and strained with each breath, and she immediately started to shrink further beneath the covers, trying to ignore the trail of electricity that sparked up her. My boyfriend before her hated sleeping in the same bed.

Darcy was shocked by her openness.

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He was upset that anyone would hurt her and make her feel unloved— that someone could be unable to see what an incredible person they had been with the whole time. She reminded me that I was okay and there was nothing wrong with me.

She was great. Life happens. She met his eyes, looking for… something. Some thread of mockery or amusement or something she could argue with him about but came up short. There was nothing there except dark pupils staring back at her and sincerity. I know that now. Darcy nodded, letting himself relax further into the bed. He frowned, wondering how he could have misjudged her so completely in the beginning. Her hard work, her persistence, her dedication and ability to keep moving forward and move on despite all that life threw at her, it was all so admirable.

And she was flawed— all that stubbornness and quick to judge attitude, no wonder he had such a soured first impression of her. But soon enough he realized that all of those layers of protection were built up over her fearsome devotion to her family and to herself. It was amazing. Darcy let his eyes settle on the pile of wrinkles in the sheets between them. His mind swam with endless things he could say to her, not letting it stay on one thought for too long. But soon enough, his mouth began to move before he could register it, furrowing his brow once his mind caught up with his voice.

But soon enough, that smile or word or glance turns into something that keeps you going in your most difficult days and darkest nights. He breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut at his long, rambling speech, letting the rest of the sentence die on his lips. He laid there for a few moments, the tension in his body releasing as he finally allowed himself to relax into the bed.

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Get an Invitation. Comments: 9 Kudos: 45 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: Chapter 1. Does this happen a lot? Darcy quirked an eyebrow. Having to wait out the storm in this cabin? I see. She enjoys the fresh air. And now, she sat only inches away from that very same person, trying to dry up by the fire. After every storm the sun will smile; for every problem there is a solution, and the soul's indefeasible duty is to be of good cheer.

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Smile Good Sun Soul. It is a struggle; for though the black man fights passively, he nevertheless fights; and his passive resistance is more effective at present than active resistance could possibly be. He bears the fury of the storm as does the willow tree. James Weldon Johnson. Tree Man Black Struggle. The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

Vincent Van Gogh. Sea Never Know Dangerous. You can learn to prevent a storm, or you can learn to ride the storm. If you learn to ride the storm, the storm is not a problem anymore. Jaggi Vasudev.

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Ride You Problem Learn. The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over. Wind Force Over Little. When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.

John Muir. Beauty Stars Together Great. Top 10 Storm Quotes. View the list. If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm. Mahatma Gandhi. Patience Faith Time End. It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it. Amelia Barr. Inspirational Weather Face Bad.

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It doesn't matter what people say about me, I weather the storm. Terrell Owens. Me Weather People Matter. If you are caught on a golf course during a storm and are afraid of lightning, hold up a 1-iron. Not even God can hit a 1-iron. Lee Trevino. God You Golf Lightning. Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do. Golda Meir. You Age Old Age Flying.

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