Darius’ POV
I slammed the door to my bedroom on the second floor and ran my hands through my hair. f**k! Why the f**k did I do that? She is the last person I should be kissing. I actually seemed to like her, care about her even. And she was Alina’s best friend. Way too complicated, way too many strings. I like my women unattached.
But that kiss... Man, that was some kiss. It had taken every ounce of self-control to not flirt with her or make a move when I saw her in that red dress at the ceremony. I had always found her attractive from the moment I saw her at Logan’s party weeks ago. I mean, who wouldn’t? Her petite frame made her so adorably small but she still had womanly curves in all the right places which she always flaunted in the trendiest clothes. Mousy brown hair that was always
