Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 38

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Sorry.” I said to Darren beside me, fiddling with a water bottle, mortified. “I’m usually not such a lightweight.”

Darren’s eyes crinkled with a smile, but there was a teasing lilt in his voice, “Maybe the driver drives in a terrible way.”

Great, now I felt even more embarrassed.

Back in the car, Darren pointed at the wristband in my hand and casually mentioned, “It’s dirty.” I retracted my left hand nervously, staying mum.

He was just giving me a heads–up, but what he didn’t know was the gnarly scar hidden beneath the wristband.

Dirty, he got that right.

I thought to myself, dejected, it’d been dirty for a long time.

Half an hour later, at my request, the sedan stopped at the entrance to my complex.

I thanked Darren and turned to leave when suddenly a jacket landed on my shoulders.

In an instant, the subtle scent of ambergris filled my nose, accompanied by Darren’s gentle voice in my ear, “It’s chilly with the night dew, take it slow.”

The booze had hit me and the breeze made me shiver, so I didn’t refuse the offer.

I staggered down to my building, and before I could step inside, I heard Cecilia’s sweet and sticky voice.

too nervous today, didn’t do great,

of self–blame was kind of

“No rush, practice makes perfect, you did

voice, with its

was Cecilia’s Hogan, alright.

longer and headed to the staircase on

heard Cecilia ask, “Aren’t you

the

such moonlight, it was perfect for lovebirds

Chacher 33

that night. I actually

so that I didn’t notice

not

of politeness, I

Zade, what’s up?)

to reply

I knew it.

then deleted the message and headed to the bathroom.

notification sound chimed again. Hogan had sent a dry line [Ms. March,

typed back, [Still got a ways to go compared to a time master ke you Mr.

reply after that.

went dead.

for work, and as my eyes swept over the couch,‘t noticed Darren’s navy blue suit jacket.