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Here’s another excerpt of my new Regency story. It happens after last week’s but not too far after.
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The next day, Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth spent more time together, this time in her father’s chambers, sorting through his clothing and other possessions. This was a difficult day for Elizabeth, as Fitzwilliam knew it would be. There were many times over the course of the morning when he stopped their work to draw her into his arms and hold her. With the housekeeper in the room, and maids and the Bennet’s man of all work constantly in and out, Fitzwilliam could not kiss her like he wished to, but he made the most of the time he did have to just be close to her.
Fitzwilliam reflected, as he held her close and let her cry out her tears for the fourth time in as many hours, that he rather liked the position they were currently in. He felt comforted as much as he hoped she did. She feels so good, he thought, as though she belongs in my arms. As though she was formed for me. Startled by his mind’s reference to one of his Aunt Catherine’s favorite sayings, Fitzwilliam mentally shook himself, but did not let go of Elizabeth until she pulled away, her tears dried once more.
“Perhaps we should stop for the day, Dearest. We have made good progress, but it does not need to be completed in one go. I would rather you take some time and rest.”
Knowing he was correct and finding herself shamelessly wishing Fitzwilliam would rest with her, Elizabeth agreed. “We have made significant progress, have we not? I confess that I feel worn out. Heavy emotions do that to me. I should like to rest, I think.”
“Good. Then, let me escort you to your room. I will go down and see what my father is up to.”
Having arrived at the door to Elizabeth’s chambers, Fitzwilliam looked both ways down the hall and, seeing no one, ran his hands up his betrothed’s arms to her shoulders. “Sleep,” he whispered, “and if you need me, do not hesitate to summon me. I will send someone up to wake you in time for you to prepare for tea.” Seeing her nod in acceptance, Fitzwilliam leaned toward her, his hands skimming up and across her shoulders and settling around her neck. He tilted her chin up with his thumbs and pressed his parted lips to hers.
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