I stood in front of the mirror as I ran the brush through my hair. Dario has been gone for a while and hasn't returned.
Is everything alright? What if he has gone to do something to cover my crime?
I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and quickly turned.
“Dario, you're back, how did it go? Did you…” I caught myself right on time when he came into view. But the only problem was that the person standing in front of me wasn't Dario.
I knew it immediately from the color of his eyes—the look in his eyes, the change of energy.
No. This isn't Dario but Xander.
“It's you," I said and for a moment he just stared at me without speaking and we both engaged in a staring contest like we were waiting for who would break contact first.
"What the f**k a
