Oliver could see himself selecting a book, curling up in one of those chairs, and reading for hours. It was like something out of a fantasy. “I’m afraid you’ve done me a disservice,” Oliver said to Darcy. The other boy frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion before Oliver continued, “I’m never going to want to leave this place.” Darcy’s face softened into a smile that filled Oliver with warmth. Bingley laughed and Darcy’s gaze settled on Oliver, almost appraisingly, as he nodded. “It has that effect on me as well.”
