Shadows In Durango

Chapter 63

*:kkxG0fig's POV*Fkkx

Last night | had fallen asleep with Emma by my side which had seriously helped to relieve any anxiety that I still

had after my date with Vincent.

Waking up before Emma for a change, | head straight for a shower and to dress.

| next head downstairs to see if | could make myself a coffee with Vincent's fancy machine that | had watched

the others use many of times before now - always wondering if | could attempt to make my own.

Finding nobody around, | grab a mug, before standing before the luxurious machine, its gold spouts and coffee

pods teasing my curiosity.

Humming a song as | fiddled around and put the pod into what | had hoped was the right part of the machine, |

hadn't even heard someone enter the kitchen from behinduntil:

"Beatto it today huh?" | shriek and turn on my heels to find Daryl, his tired eyes and lazy smirk puttinga

little at ease.

At least he didn't seem too pissed off about my date with Vincent...

"Wantto show you how it works?" He offers, as | nod slowly and watch him approach.

Opening up another part of the machine, he removes my pod and swaps its location with a chuckle - causing me

to mutter under my breath since | had been almost certain that | had it in the right slot before he proceeds to

check the water level - finding that it was full.

He then turns it on at the side, bringing a little screen to life with options of how | want the coffee to be made -

making it more straight forward than | even knew.

"Ooooh, iced?!" | point to the one that | wanted to try, enjoying cold brews as he nods and selects it, placing my

cup under the spout.

The machine jumps to life, before a little flap opens and drops crushed ice down before the coffee itself pours

into the mix.

"Now you just add as much milk as you want." Daryl confirms, handingthe finished result as | beam at him

and move to retrieve it from the fridge.

Glancing over at his back as he makes his own morning coffee, | can't help but feel bad for what | had done with

Vincent in his car only hours before.

Daryl had always been kind toever since | arrived in town, and | was certain we had a spark, but | wasn't

totally sure if he wanted something serious or not - especially after he had kissed that ex of his at the party that

one time... | don't know....

But Emma's words ring in my mind - we weren't together. I'm single. | can experiment and figure it out for

myself, it's all going to be just fine!

"So? How did your date with Vin go?" Daryl turns towards me, motioning forto pass the milk across to him

which I do so with a heavy gulp. This is suddenly growing awkward...

"Uh, y-yeah, it was nice." | confirm, as Daryl all but pours the white liquid in to his cup and stops to mix it

together with a hum.

I had never really felt tense around him until this moment right now, it was strange. Hopefully | hadn't actually

upset him because that wasn't my intention at all...

Daryl takes a sip of his coffee, eyes never leaving mine. "Nice, huh?" he repeats, his voice laced with an emotion

to which | can't quite place. Is it curiosity? Disappointment? Jealousy even?

I nod carefully, trying to hide my discomfort by taking a sip of my own coffee. The cold brew is delicious, but it

does little to calm the turmoil bulldozing through my mind.

"What did you two get up to then?" he asks, leaning against the counter, his gaze unwavering.

Does he already know about what | did? | hadn't checked my phone this morning to see if Vincent had gotten my

text last night... maybe | had been too late?

Maybe he already told Daryl about what we did together only to rub it in? But | would like to believe that he

would have a little more respect forthan that!

What do | say? | can't admit that | went for dinner before sucking his best-friend off in his car! My first date with

Daryl had been ice cream and a kiss, which was magical in its own right, but compared to my twith Vincent -

the dates were horrific to even begin to compare!

"Oh, you know, we just got snice dinner and then cback home," | say with a forced casualness, hoping

that he wouldn't pressany further on it.

Daryl's lips twitch, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he simply nods and takes another sip of his coffee. |

can't tell if he knows or not, which is what was killingthe most.

The silence stretches between us, filled with unspoken words and lingering questions.

| take a deep breath, deciding to change the subject. "So, any plans for today? Last free day of the weekend

before school tomorrow!" I ask, hoping to steer the conversation away from my date with Vincent.

Daryl shrugs. "Not really. Just the usual stuff. I'll maybe hit the gym later to let off ssteam." He pauses, then

adds, "What about you?"

Let off ssteam... maybe he does know and he's pissed off about it deep down?!

| glance up at the clock on the wall. "I'm going to wait til Emma wakes up, then see what she's doing, but we

could maybe grab lunch or something if you wanted?" | suggest suddenly, feeling the guilt eat through me

knowing that | didn't want to completely bomb out any chance that | had with him.

| didn't know what | wanted yet...

His eyes light up with a hint of surprise. "Yeah, that sounds good," he says, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'd

like that."

The tension between us eases slightly, and I can't help but feel relieved. Maybe things won't be as awkward as |

had feared...

too, | would love to talk to you, and maybe explain smore things about my past to help you understand