Emily’s POV 

I stood in the kitchen with the kettle humming on the stove, spoon stirring slowly in my mug as the tea bag swirled in hot water.

My hands still trembled a little from the truth I heard earlier.

I didn’t expect Dario to walk up to me tonight.

Part of me wanted to stay mad, to keep that distance between us and shut him out.

But when I heard the door click open and his footsteps, my body reacted before my mind could.

A rush of warmth spread through me.

“Emily,” ...