Dario's POV
As I lay in bed with Rachel, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. We had spent the past few days together, lost in our own little world of passion and desire. But as much as I enjoyed her company, I knew that I was only using her to pass the time.
I wasn't in love with Rachel. I was still holding onto the hope that Sophia would come around, that she would forgive me and take me back. Rachel was just a distraction, a way to fill the void that Sophia had left in my life.
As I looked over at Rachel, I saw the happiness in her eyes, the way she smiled at me with such adoration. And I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I was taking advantage of her feelings.
"Rachel, can I ask you something?" I said, my voice low and serious.
Rachel turned to me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Of course, Dario. What is it?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to phrase my question. "Do you...feel something for me?" I asked, my voice conclusive.