Chapter 35

Morning light filtered lazily through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the bedroom. Delia woke up nestled in Curtis's arms, only to find the man had already gotten up. She blinked, taking a moment to clear her sleepy head. She remembered how they'd made peace last night - lying close, no space left between them. Yet, even then, Curtis didn't take things any further. Just held her quietly. She let out a small sigh, half frustrated and half amused. Curtis, seriously? You're made of stone or what? Delia couldn't help but silently grumble. Her signals had been beyond obvious - she basically jumped into his arms, and this guy still managed to stay cool. Was the man a saint, or just plain clueless? A strange warmth surged through her, and her cheeks tinged pink. She recalled the soft, relaxed look on Curtis's face while he slept, that rare gentleness. She had been this close to leaning in for something more. But in the end, she shoved that wicked idea aside. No rush, she told herse