Chapter 79 – Highlight Chapter from Red Card to Your Heart: You Don't Deserve My Love Extra Time
Chapter 79 is a standout chapter in Red Card to Your Heart: You Don't Deserve My Love Extra Time by Kylie Homme, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Internet narrative into new territory.
The summers at the University of Florida dragged on endlessly, wrapped in relentless heat.
I ran into Caspian again during the summer after my sophomore year.
I was teaching college prep classes upstairs at a tutoring center, while he worked below as an apprentice at an auto repair shop, doing odd jobs on cars and bikes.
We were aware of each other but never spoke, just passing occasionally in the stairwell.
After all, how close could you really stay to someone you hadn't seen or spoken to in three years, even if you'd once known each other well?
He spent three and a half hours on buses crossing town just to get near campus.
I'd rented a cheap rental nearby to minimize my commute.
The most stifling night of summer came during a hurricane watch.
I was locking up the tutoring center when I saw the auto shop crew leaving, their laughter and chatter drifting up the stairs.
Caspian had grown taller, more commanding. Even trailing behind the group, he stood out.
He never glanced my way.
By the time I reached the elevators, they'd all gone, leaving the stairwell empty.
Maybe a simple "hello" wouldn't have hurt?
We were, after all, old classmates.
I headed downstairs, adjusting my bag on my shoulder.
The night before the hurricane was unnaturally still, without a drop of rain.
In my memory, that summer, Caspian was always dutiful, well-mannered, and quiet.
He did all the housework, cooked every meal, and never stopped calling me "senior."
It was only in bed that his mischievous side emerged, his husky voice a low murmur as he savored my name: 'Daisy'. Pushing limits in ways I couldn't resist, ignoring my halfhearted protests.
Later, I realized his real talent had been in the acting.
And that auto repair shop downstairs? Just a front. He was never really a mechanic's apprentice.
That three-and-a-half-hour bus ride was just for the chance to see me, again and again.
Just to ensure I got home safely.
One trip became a thousand more.
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