Soraya's POV

Darius didn’t seem to be in the best mood that evening. He had barely said a word on the drive home. I couldn’t tell if he was just pissed off and jealous about what happened with Carl, or if it was something else entirely.

I sat on the bed, flipping through my notes half-heartedly, though I wasn’t really reading a thing.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

I looked up immediately to see Darius walking in with an unreadable expression, his dark hair slightly messy like he’d run his hands through it too many times.

“Darius?” I called softly.

He didn’t answer right away. He just closed...