(Darius's POV)
As soon as the call ended, I let out a slow, deep breath, feeling a grin tug at the corners of my lips.
I let my phone drop onto the nightstand and leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling.
My heart was still pounding, but this time, it wasn't from frustration or jealousy.
It was from something entirely different. Hope.
She had given me hope of us being together.
I let out a deep breath, running a hand through my hair.
Earlier that day, I had convinced myself that I had lost her—that whatever fragile connection we were building had been shattered by the presence of another man.
Kyle.
I clenched my jaw at the thought of him.
That scene at the restaurant had left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Seeing Kyle burst into the restaurant like that, acting as if he had some kind of claim over Ayra, had left me fuming inside.
