Chapter 8

If my ears were deceiving me, I thought I heard Derek said 'I love you, my darling' in French, as far as my knowledge of the language could go, since I had French when I was home schooled, but still. I was quite surprised with that bold yet endearing gesture.

Why would he say that, anyway? Did he mean that in a brotherly kind or in a romantic kind? I would choose the first one since there was no way that he would get involved with a girl like me, common place and a drama magnet.

But, what was not to like Derek. He was sweet, smart, intelligent which explains his vast incomprehensible knowledge of things in general and well, he was sickeningly generous, which I find sometimes irritating but adorable.

Yet, his classic yet enthralling beauty enhanced that to an extreme level would make any woman weak on the knees.

That, my friend, was all the more reasons that he was out of my reach, like a bright star on the sky. Only for my eyes to see, but not to touch.

My sobs had quieted down and De