Chapter 63

*****Sofia's POV*****

Last night I 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, I head straight for a shower and to dress.

I next head downstairs to see if I could make myself a coffee with Vincent's fancy machine that I had watched the others use many of times before now - always wondering if I could attempt to make my own.

Finding nobody around, I grab a mug, before standing before the luxurious machine, its gold spouts and coffee pods teasing my curiosity.

Humming a song as I fiddled around and put the pod into what I had hoped was the right part of the machine, I hadn't even heard someone enter the kitchen from behind me until:

"Beat me to it today huh?" I shriek and turn on my heels to find Daryl, his tired eyes and lazy smirk putting me a little at ease.

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

"Want me to show you how it works?" He offers, as I 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 I had been almost certain that I 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 I want the coffee to be made - making it more straight forward than I even knew.

"Ooooh, iced?!" I point to the one that I 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.

you want." Daryl confirms, handing me the finished result as I beam at him and move to retrieve

he makes his own morning coffee, I can't help but feel bad for

had a spark, but I wasn't totally sure if he wanted something serious or not - especially after he

in my mind - we weren't together. I'm single. I can experiment and figure

turns towards me, motioning for me to pass the milk across to

I confirm, as Daryl all but pours the white liquid in to his cup and stops to

tense around him until this moment right now, it was strange. Hopefully I hadn't

a sip of his coffee, eyes never leaving mine. "Nice, huh?" he repeats, his voice laced with an emotion to which I can't quite place. Is it curiosity?

trying to hide my discomfort by taking a sip of my own coffee. The cold brew is delicious,

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

morning to see if Vincent had gotten my text last night...

told Daryl about what we did together only to rub it in? But I would like to believe that he would have a little more respect

My first date with Daryl had been ice cream and a kiss, which was magical in its own right, but compared to my time with Vincent - the dates were horrific to

nice dinner and then came back home," I say with a forced casualness, hoping that he wouldn't press me any

he doesn't say anything. Instead, he simply nods and takes another sip of his coffee. I can't tell if he knows or not, which

filled with unspoken words

free day of the weekend before school tomorrow!" I ask, hoping to steer the

the usual stuff. I'll maybe hit the gym later to let off some steam." He pauses, then

he does know and he's pissed off about

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?" I suggest suddenly, feeling the guilt eat through me knowing

didn't know what

light up with a hint of surprise. "Yeah, that sounds good," he says, a small smile playing on his

help but feel relieved. Maybe things won't be as

my past to help you understand me a little

right that I had opened up so much to Vincent when Daryl was left

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