Rachel’s POV

Darius dropped me down, helping me fix back my panties with no words exchanged, just eye contact, which I tried to avoid.

He buckled his pants, narrowing his stare at me.

He chuckled, leaning in, “You look cute,” and placed a peck on my lips.

I gulped a lump, batting my eyelashes. “Darius… I—“ I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, feeling conflicted all of a sudden.

He breathes out, cupping my cheeks, “What is it?”

A lone tear slipped ...