As she spoke, Darcy moved around the room, looking at the shelves and some of the titles she had there. She’d even organised them properly, which was strangely satisfying to him.
“I know exactly what you mean,” he told her gently, fingers dancing along the spines of a few before he turned back to her. “That’s very generous of you,” he told her. He approached the piano, and then paused, leaning a little on it just beside her. He was thinking of joining her, but there was something playing on his mind, even more so now they were in here.
“I do want to ask you something, if you don’t mind.”