Shadows In Durango

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.

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

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

certain we had a spark, but I 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... I

mind - we weren't together. I'm single. I can experiment and figure it out for myself,

for me to pass the milk across to him which I

white liquid in to his cup and stops to mix

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

eyes never leaving mine. "Nice, huh?" he repeats, his voice laced with an emotion to which I can't quite place.

own coffee. The

up to then?" he asks, leaning against the counter,

this morning to see if Vincent had gotten

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 for me than

been ice cream and a kiss, which was magical in its own right, but compared to

got some 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

filled with

the subject. "So, any plans for today? Last free day of the weekend before school tomorrow!" I ask, hoping to

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

some steam... maybe he does know and he's pissed

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 that

didn't know what I

sounds good," he says, a small smile playing on

I can't help but feel relieved.

talk to you, and maybe explain some more things about my past to help you understand me a little better - if you would be willing to listen?" I test, as

since he had always been the most caring and understanding between Vincent and him. It didn't feel right that I had opened up so much to Vincent when Daryl was left in the dark about who I was and where