Chapter 53

The next morning Thanks to the early night and a solid rest, Delia woke up naturally a bit after six. Curtis was still out cold, peacefully lying beside her. She turned toward him, propping her head up with one hand while the other softly traced his features-his brows, his nose, those thin lips, the sharp line of his jaw, and then, his Adam's apple. In that moment, Delia couldn't get enough. To her, Curtis looked like a masterpiece right out of a dream. Literally drop-dead gorgeous. She kept staring, getting bolder as time passed. Smirking sneakily, she leaned in and placed a light kiss on his forehead. No reaction. So she snuck in another peck on his nose, trying not to laugh. Then came his eyelids, cheek, lips, jawline again, and neck. She was getting carried away-by the time her lips reached his chest, Curtis had had it. His hand shot out and grabbed hers. Truth was, he'd been awake since the second she moved. He knew it was early and figured he'd just let her be, curious to see wha