Chapter 22
Darcy's Pov
I left the kitchen without looking back.
"She needs space; I would respect that."
11:30pm sharp but sleep avoided me just the way Adrian had in three days now.
The time stretched.
I looked up at the ceiling, some times, I stared into nothingness as my thoughts raced from one point to the other. Restlessness settled.
The clock in my room ticked constantly-2:47 AM, 3:15 AM, 4:03 AM, each minute it moved made me restless.
"I'm afraid... it's inappropriate," She said, her words repeating itself in my mind. I could hear her soft voice clearer when she said that.
Her gray eyes filled with a vulnerability that struck deeper than any rival ever could.
What stung the most wasn't just that she had said it; it was that she was right.
And I had no response for her.
