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.

confirms, handing me the finished

his own morning coffee, I can't help but feel bad for what I had done with Vincent in

I wasn't totally sure if he wanted something serious or not - especially after he

can experiment and figure it out for myself, it's all going

date with Vin go?" Daryl turns towards me, motioning for me to pass the milk across to him which I do so with a heavy gulp.

it was nice." I confirm, as Daryl all but pours the white liquid in to his cup and stops

felt tense around him until this moment right now, it was strange. Hopefully I hadn't actually upset him because that wasn't my intention

coffee, eyes never leaving mine. "Nice, huh?" he repeats, his voice laced

of my own coffee. The cold brew

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

hadn't checked my phone this morning to see if Vincent had gotten my text

to rub it in? But I

can't admit that I 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 time with Vincent - the dates were

I say with a forced casualness, hoping that he wouldn't press

anything. Instead, he simply nods and takes another sip of his coffee. I can't tell

us, filled with

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

shrugs. "Not really. Just the usual stuff. I'll maybe hit the gym later to let off some steam." He pauses, then adds, "What about

know and he's pissed off about it

Emma wakes up, then see what she's doing, but we could maybe grab lunch or something if you wanted?" I suggest suddenly,

know what I

surprise. "Yeah, that sounds good," he says, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'd

I can't help but feel relieved.

love to 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,

caring and understanding between Vincent and him. It didn't feel right that I had opened up so much