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To my trans siblings: We deserve romances that will sweep us off our feet too. That’s why this book is for you.
“I would love to,” Oliver said, and then the strangest thing happened. Darcy smiled. Just a little.
“Careful,” Oliver said softly, “if you’re too gentlemanlike, I might think you’re trying to court me.”
Darcy’s eyes widened just slightly, but his face morphed into a conspiratorial smile. “You’re right,” he said in a low voice, “that would be terrible.”
Mr. Bennet’s smile grew into a full grin, spreading across his face like a plant turning its leaves to the sun. “You most certainly are,” he said, and then his arms were around Oliver.
“Oliver,” Darcy whispered, his breath hot on Oliver’s mouth. He swallowed hard. “Yes?” “I very much want to kiss you.”
“Then I think,” he said, his voice trembling, “you should kiss me.” And so he did.
The warmth in his father’s face alone made Oliver misty-eyed all over again. “I know you didn’t tell me perhaps the way you’d imagined, but I’m so glad to know you, son. No matter what, I will always fight for you.”
“My! This is most unexpected.” Her hand fell back to her side, before she added thoughtfully, “I suppose your vehement distaste for dresses makes all the sense in the world now.”

